Dude, there's no way I'm coming with you. Are you kidding me? You're a nutcase who thinks he's on a mission from God. I don't think so.
[ What Castiel says next is kind of alarming, though - and Dean pulls a face; confused, annoyed, definitely a little concerned. An army of crazies coming after him? What the hell?
Sure, he might've pulled off a few bank jobs in some podunk towns a la Bonnie and Clyde (minus Bonnie, but occasionally he makes do), and okay, maybe he's hustled his way through a poker circuit a few times. He's run from the cops, spent a few nights in county jails for being a drunk idiot, and maybe he's wanted in a bunch of states for grand theft auto, larceny, breaking and entering, credit card theft, forging checks...
Okay, true, he's not winning any Boy Scout badges here, but damn.
Though with all that on his shoulders it's no wonder some religious freaks are after him. Some kind of creepy conversion therapy? Makes his blood run cold. No fuckin' way.
Still. Castiel's been...sort of honest? So he'll ask-- ]
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[ What Castiel says next is kind of alarming, though - and Dean pulls a face; confused, annoyed, definitely a little concerned. An army of crazies coming after him? What the hell?
Sure, he might've pulled off a few bank jobs in some podunk towns a la Bonnie and Clyde (minus Bonnie, but occasionally he makes do), and okay, maybe he's hustled his way through a poker circuit a few times. He's run from the cops, spent a few nights in county jails for being a drunk idiot, and maybe he's wanted in a bunch of states for grand theft auto, larceny, breaking and entering, credit card theft, forging checks...
Okay, true, he's not winning any Boy Scout badges here, but damn.
Though with all that on his shoulders it's no wonder some religious freaks are after him. Some kind of creepy conversion therapy? Makes his blood run cold. No fuckin' way.
Still. Castiel's been...sort of honest? So he'll ask-- ]
Why me?