[ Well, Dean doesn't particularly think it's harsh - he thinks it's a perfectly apt description, because everything that's coming out of Castiel's mouth is completely insane. Dean stares at him, trying to digest what he's being told, but it's the most absolutely demented thing he's ever heard. ]
God doesn't exist.
[ Dean takes a step back towards the Impala, both hands still gripping the gun as he keeps it trained on Castiel. He's gotta get out of here before this guy really does Kimmy Schmidt him.
He doesn't even know what part of any of that to respond to, and the smile that flickers over his lips is one of utter disbelief. ]
I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong guy. I'm... literally anything but righteous.
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God doesn't exist.
[ Dean takes a step back towards the Impala, both hands still gripping the gun as he keeps it trained on Castiel. He's gotta get out of here before this guy really does Kimmy Schmidt him.
He doesn't even know what part of any of that to respond to, and the smile that flickers over his lips is one of utter disbelief. ]
I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong guy. I'm... literally anything but righteous.