Aziraphale barely finishes chewing his bite in his haste to respond, issuing an enthusiastic “mm!” as he swallows to indicate his interest in that particular matter, and eases forward in another ply for his teacup. ( Simultaneously, he takes note of the other’s asserted preferences, and makes a mental note to himself that they really must try some crepes the next time the opportunity to have lunch presents itself. Peanut butter and jelly? …honestly. )
❝ – right, just so. I assume the human you’re referring to was one of the boys that I saw drop you off here this morning, yes? ❞
Suddenly, it appears as though Aziraphale is much less interested in his experience with sleeping and marginally more interested in the company that his angelic counterpart keeps. They had seemed like charming, polite boys at a glance – but considering the fact that they had only dropped him at the curb of the principality’s bookshop and hadn’t popped inside to say ‘cheerio’ left the angel only capable of discerning so much. Their auras had been …rather peculiar, but it in a manner that the bookkeeper couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Of course, it wasn’t his intention to be nosy ( even if he ended up being just that ) – but, of any angel aside from himself, it was likely that Castiel had spent the most time in the company of humans; and in his many years on Earth, even Aziraphale hadn’t formed any close, personal friendships with any particular mortals – not the way his counterpart had appeared to. In truth, Aziraphale rather tended to keep to himself, enjoying the amenities that humans provided him with such as food, wine, books and music, rather than the actual company of said humans. He chases his sandwich with another sip of tea and persists.
❝ – if I’m not being too forward ; was there a particular reason you were assigned to …oversee him? …I take it those boys aren’t your run-of-the-mill American tourists, mm? ❞
he’s grown to like the things he’s used to, and when you spend more time on the road than not, one becomes used to easy fast foods and things you can pack for long trips. the greasy cheeseburger may not be the most healthy option, but it is the one seraph is most fond of. for more reasons than one...
“hm? oh, yes. the shorter one. technically they were both in my charge for a time, but dean winchester was my purpose for revisiting earth.”
the question isn’t surprising. castiel has been the one to bring it up, and aziraphale was another angel. they were just from different factions, different parts of the world. they could very well appear wherever they needed, but there were many goings-ons upstairs. lots of ends to tie up. not to mention, the initial plan for the boys had been canned, anyway. it never came to pass.
“as you know, most angels cannot inhabit earth unless they have vessels to do so. dean is...well. he is very strong. his soul is bright. his body was able to contain michael, the archangel, should he choose to come down to earth. but...it was complicated. dean technically died. i raised him from the ashes and brought him back at heaven’s orders.” it sounds complicated out loud, now that he thinks about it. but that’s the workings of heaven, for you.
“one version of the apocalypse was supposed to be a fight between lucifer and michael on earth, but i suppose they went with lucifer’s son instead,” a pause, castiel raises a brow toward his kin, “good job on averting that whole mess, by the way.”
“my duty, regardless of the outcome, was to protect dean, and to see to it that he eventually said ‘yes’ when and if michael ever asked for his vessel. but, over time...due to his human influence, i began to question heaven and their motives. he has...helped show me there are many things on earth to love. things to be passionate over. like family and friendship. loyalty. kindness.” he seems very fond as he speaks, though there is no smile on his face. it’s more in his eyes. he raises his tea cup between them, “and tea time, though he would never drink tea. he’s more of the straight whiskey type.”
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