Of course he's surprised. John doesn't look like a guy who in any way looks like he knows what he's doing. But at least he's well dressed.
Castiel listens quietly, his eyes still moving over the walls while John explains a fifty word story in a hundred, and once he's finished, Cas is quiet for awhile, his answer an ineffective 'hm' while he picks across the dusty floorboards to approach the pulpit again. If he's at all offended by the blasphemous flair, it certainly doesn't show on his face; Castiel's blue eyes are hooded and thoughtful but they betray little else. He doesn't talk about God much, anymore. Doesn't try to tell people what to think, or how to address Him.
"I see," he says, uselessly, and now that he's finished studying the church, he's turned to studying John instead, staring at him in that long-unsettling way that Dean's always complaining about, like a cat, unblinking, like he's looking straight through John, right under his skin. Which he very well may be doing, so far as anyone can tell. "So you are a hunter."
There's far more to it than that, though. Castiel feels it in his gut, doesn't need to probe John's mind or thoughts or soul to know that something about him is.. different.
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Castiel listens quietly, his eyes still moving over the walls while John explains a fifty word story in a hundred, and once he's finished, Cas is quiet for awhile, his answer an ineffective 'hm' while he picks across the dusty floorboards to approach the pulpit again. If he's at all offended by the blasphemous flair, it certainly doesn't show on his face; Castiel's blue eyes are hooded and thoughtful but they betray little else. He doesn't talk about God much, anymore. Doesn't try to tell people what to think, or how to address Him.
"I see," he says, uselessly, and now that he's finished studying the church, he's turned to studying John instead, staring at him in that long-unsettling way that Dean's always complaining about, like a cat, unblinking, like he's looking straight through John, right under his skin. Which he very well may be doing, so far as anyone can tell. "So you are a hunter."
There's far more to it than that, though. Castiel feels it in his gut, doesn't need to probe John's mind or thoughts or soul to know that something about him is.. different.