Castiel didn't drop his hand as he turned to the man, looking him over. He felt like many Hunters, he seemed to have survived a great deal.
"I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord," he said, not minding the words as much as he had been in the past. Reconciling with his father had eased much of his own burden.
He looked at the man and finally let down his hand, his serious expression and contemplative eyes not generally reassuring to strangers. "I will not hurt you, and you cannot hurt me."