[ Castiel doesn't heed the command, glancing at him before dropping his head to eye the buttons. His fingers are still steady, though not as limber as they should be thanks to the particularly strong drink he'd had, and he frowns before tackling the task at hand. The t-shirt underneath will feel better than both layers, and Dean isn't really in any position to order him around. ]
I told him. [ When he'd made that network post. How could he mistake swinchester for anything else? ] He doesn't believe that I'm an angel.
[ Or was, but Dean should understand what he means. ] Maybe you should speak with him. [ And not say horrible things about him when he does. ]
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I told him. [ When he'd made that network post. How could he mistake swinchester for anything else? ] He doesn't believe that I'm an angel.
[ Or was, but Dean should understand what he means. ] Maybe you should speak with him. [ And not say horrible things about him when he does. ]