WHO: Castiel. WHAT: An Angel of the Lord. WHERE: Dreamspace. WHEN: Tuesday Night. WARNINGS: PG at best.
Dean Winchester had a bad habit of asking questions that were of no import.
It was trying.
The psychic had been warned repeatedly, and after he'd almost killed Dean with his voice, Castiel realized that wasn't going to work either. So he had arrived in his vessel, the devout Jimmy Novak who would help him guide Dean Winchester to his own destiny.
So why did this bother him? Why did the questions of this rude, brash human make him so uncomfortable?
Question so much?
Castiel did not reply to what he could avoid, and instead focused on the mission. He was, above all, a good soldier.
"Why did you do it?" the man asked, looking at him with confusion and sadness that for a brief moment, Castiel almost felt emotion.
That was dangerous.
"Because God commanded it," he said firmly, with purpose. Grounding that purpose, even though he only had other's word for it. "Because we have work for you to do."