When John flicks the cigarette away, Castiel is more than a little surprised at the consideration; given his experience with this man, he seems the type to do just the opposite, to heckle and bother simply for the sake of heckling and bothering, contrary to his very core. Castiel isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth though, so he makes no comment.
He bristles, however, when John grins that jackal's grin, teasing like it's good sport, because yes, that's exactly what he's been wondering all night and this jerk knows it full well, but it seems he'd rather hop from foot to foot than give a straight answer. Contrary. There's no room to complain though, because John finally gives it to him, and truth be told, Castiel had been expecting it, but it makes his chest tighten in apprehension nonetheless.
Things have.. changed, in Heaven, as of late. Castiel's allegiance has certainly swayed and broken, and things are in disarray, confused, angels are killing one another, and much as it pains him he cannot always trust his own brethren, however much he wishes to. That there's an angel hanging around, consorting with a human, potentially teaching him dangerous things - it's telling, at the very least, and more than a little suspicious, but for all Castiel knows it might also be entirely innocent. He has no way of knowing. Not yet. Still, his voice is a little harder, tinged with something like concern or trepidation.
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He bristles, however, when John grins that jackal's grin, teasing like it's good sport, because yes, that's exactly what he's been wondering all night and this jerk knows it full well, but it seems he'd rather hop from foot to foot than give a straight answer. Contrary. There's no room to complain though, because John finally gives it to him, and truth be told, Castiel had been expecting it, but it makes his chest tighten in apprehension nonetheless.
Things have.. changed, in Heaven, as of late. Castiel's allegiance has certainly swayed and broken, and things are in disarray, confused, angels are killing one another, and much as it pains him he cannot always trust his own brethren, however much he wishes to. That there's an angel hanging around, consorting with a human, potentially teaching him dangerous things - it's telling, at the very least, and more than a little suspicious, but for all Castiel knows it might also be entirely innocent. He has no way of knowing. Not yet. Still, his voice is a little harder, tinged with something like concern or trepidation.
"Who?"