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of castiel ♃ (castieli) wrote in silverage,

"Your source of information is flawed," Castiel replied earnestly. The heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice went poorly heeded. "The seraphim are a different order of angels. They serve no earthly function."

"You entreated aid in eluding your superior, Joan," he continued, happily unaware that she remained woefully unconvinced by his words. He could have searched her mind if he cared to. The paradox of it was that for him to have a reason, he had first to sense something amiss. "But you did not 'summon' me. I came because we have work for you."

He was unnaturally stationary, the exception being his eyes when they strayed briefly to her shoulder and lingered before travelling back up again. He saw that the old injury bothered her still. The work they had for her was a relatively simple one as far as physical security was concerned, but it was made dangerous by the demonic presence in the area. The shoulder would need to be treated before he left.