Crossroad Blues

[CASTIEL]

*his eyes widen a little and then he shakes his head*

No! I mean, it is good news, I do not like smiting people, even if it is my fathers will

*assures the hunter*

I am merely concerned and confused as to why I was ordered to smite you in the first place

*wonders briefly if perhaps asking questions would have helped in that situation*

I will return you to your time yes

*agrees and steps closer to Dean, pressing two fingers to his forehead and with a sharp gust of wind they pop into the world at the right time and place, the time being the present and the place being Dean Winchesters car*

*stares at Dean when they land, not taking a step back from his place well inside Dean's personal space*

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

*Shrugs*

Well, I know that feeling. Even if it's not the nicest job in the world, you still gotta do what's necessary, right?

*Raises his coffee in salute*

Amen to that! I'm confused, too. I mean, why would you be told to smite me at all? I'm adorable!

*His eyes widen as Castiel touches his forehead, and he stumbles a little as he lands*

Dude!

*Stares at Castiel in shock*

So um ... thanks. What are you going to do now? Fly off back to heaven, sing a few hymns, stuff like that?

[CASTIEL]

*tips his head and watches Dean, this human was really very intriguing to watch, though he didn't understand why*

I will not be returning to heaven no

*tells him in reply, looking once again perplexed*

And I do not sing hymns Dean, I am not in the choir, I told you, I am a soldier

*wonders why Dean has trouble listening to him*

My mission has changed, now I am charged to protect you, to watch over you

*says matter of factly*

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

*Wonders why the hell this guy tilting his head like a confused kitten is so strangely cute, and shakes his head as if to dismiss the thought*

You won't?

*Equally as confused as Castiel is now*

Right, right, you're a soldier, not a choir boy. Got it.

*Still trying to wrap his head around the whole "holy shit this is an actual angel standing before me" thing*

You're kinda not what I pictured. Or do all angels look like holy tax accountants? Where's the halo, the wings, all that crap?

*Stares at him, blinking, unable to articulate his thoughts for a few seconds*

You're to watch over me? I ...

*shakes his head*

I suppose the best question right now is - why?