action;
You know, the whole guardian angel on my shoulder thing. [Said in that 'duh' way that says that Dawn really doesn't think you're an angel, Castiel. How could an angel not know about things like this.]
So... on a scale of one to ten, how much of the prison population is leaning on the side of crazy? [Because if it's a lot, she could be in a lot of trouble here as a shinning green ball of energy.]