Sorry John, Castiel really couldn't give any less fucks about being caught here if he tried. He's an angel, human rules and regulation certainly don't apply to him, not when he can cheat and do things like wipe memories or teleport away or even go back in time to change it if he really wanted to; he's not particularly concerned with getting caught. Not to say that he's above the law, but I mean. He is.
So as far as he's concerned, vacating the premises in a timely manner is John's problem, not his. And what's all this 'we' nonsense, anyway? As if Castiel had anything at all to do with this debacle.
He's not particularly quick to rise, but he stands soon enough, unfolding himself smoothly and watching John's back with his head tilted just so. The guy looks sore, and Castiel could heal him with no more than a touch if he wanted to, but he doesn't offer, because he still doesn't really know this man, doesn't trust him, and his life isn't in peril, so it isn't really necessary.
Casting his gaze once more over the small, ruined church, Castiel strides down the aisle with his hands at his sides. This is where he must debate with himself whether or not it's worth staying. Sure, he certainly got an eyeful of John's skill firsthand, but he didn't really get any answers, learned nothing important beyond 'he can do spells that kill demons' which, sure, is good to know, but not what he's after. So fine, all right, he's still curious enough to stick around for now, which is really saying something, for an angel; Dean, he knows, is consistently frustrated by Castiel's habit of appearing and disappearing at will, sometimes mid-conversation, which is apparently very rude, but it's yet to stop him doing it.
im sorry i meant sod off you bloody wanker that's words he can better understand right
So as far as he's concerned, vacating the premises in a timely manner is John's problem, not his. And what's all this 'we' nonsense, anyway? As if Castiel had anything at all to do with this debacle.
He's not particularly quick to rise, but he stands soon enough, unfolding himself smoothly and watching John's back with his head tilted just so. The guy looks sore, and Castiel could heal him with no more than a touch if he wanted to, but he doesn't offer, because he still doesn't really know this man, doesn't trust him, and his life isn't in peril, so it isn't really necessary.
Casting his gaze once more over the small, ruined church, Castiel strides down the aisle with his hands at his sides. This is where he must debate with himself whether or not it's worth staying. Sure, he certainly got an eyeful of John's skill firsthand, but he didn't really get any answers, learned nothing important beyond 'he can do spells that kill demons' which, sure, is good to know, but not what he's after. So fine, all right, he's still curious enough to stick around for now, which is really saying something, for an angel; Dean, he knows, is consistently frustrated by Castiel's habit of appearing and disappearing at will, sometimes mid-conversation, which is apparently very rude, but it's yet to stop him doing it.
"My name is Castiel," he repeats, helpfully.