Castiel glanced from side to side, at the hand currently carefully placed on each shoulder, and blinked. And then opened his mouth with a faint frown as if to say something before he changed his mind, closing it and simply blinking again.
This could have actually gone on for a while, but he finally found his voice.
"Why," his tone was a mixture of confusion and a trace of amusement once more. "Just why would you think I'm about to smite anybody?"
It wasn't as though he went around smiting every day. Even though pretty much every single day at least one person annoyed him, he still didn't smite them. People tended to get more vocal about smiting these days. Not like once upon a time when he could have smote half a village and simply stated that it had been the Lord's Will in an enigmatic tone and the surviving half would have just nodded sagely. Nowadays people actually argued with the Divine Maker. So the smiting only really came out for special occasions anyway.