Of course he'd figured that much out. Dean was reckless, certainly, but not stupid. At least, not when it came to things which didn't trace directly back to people he was irrationally fond of, playing the hero, family business or any combination of the above when he could be – no, generally was - an imbecile.
“If you wish.” Castiel took the cue, nodding again and moving towards the yard behind them. “That is, of course, assuming it is not warded against me.”
It may not have been the greatest of jokes, granted, nor particularly snide as comments of that persuasion went. But perhaps – just perhaps – the angel was learning something about His Father's favourite creations and how they worked. Or perhaps he was just whatever passed for pissed off in Heaven. Who could say?
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