And that's something they'll address soon, he hopes. Politics has made it tricky, though, and if events in his world are about to be as catastrophic as Dean implied, they're going to be busy a bit longer.
"The Righteous Man," he says with a bitter snort. "Or, more accurately, one of the universe's two favorite whipping boys. The archangels set up his family bloodline for generations to produce him and his little brother Sam, to be vessels for our world's Michael and Lucifer, for the Apocalypse."
He pauses for a second. "Now that I say that, though...I have to give him credit. He told Michael where to shove it, repeatedly. That alone speaks well of him."
He sighs. "They're frustrating, both Winchesters. Dean tends to be more abrasive than Sam. But I don't dislike them. They just arrive with complications, and Castiel is smitten with them to his own detriment."
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"The Righteous Man," he says with a bitter snort. "Or, more accurately, one of the universe's two favorite whipping boys. The archangels set up his family bloodline for generations to produce him and his little brother Sam, to be vessels for our world's Michael and Lucifer, for the Apocalypse."
He pauses for a second. "Now that I say that, though...I have to give him credit. He told Michael where to shove it, repeatedly. That alone speaks well of him."
He sighs. "They're frustrating, both Winchesters. Dean tends to be more abrasive than Sam. But I don't dislike them. They just arrive with complications, and Castiel is smitten with them to his own detriment."