[Castiel looked at Dean, unsurely, feeling slightly panicked. He watched the hunter who seemed to fight of the spirit easily as though he'd been doing it his whole life. Castiel frowned slightly at his own thought, realising that Dean had actually been doing it his whole life and that's why he was so good at it. Castiel swallowed nervously and copied what Dean was doing, firing the gun that he'd given to him. He aimed for the spirit and caught it. He looked surprised when the thing disappeared and he looked at Dean, proudly] It worked.