It could have been more dramatic, Castiel thought. If he'd been attempting to make an impression. He wasn't, not really. This was just a remote spot in some woods, not a barn in Pontiac, Illinois. Anyway, the squirrels wouldn't be very happy if he made thunder crack just to look impressive.
"Hello," he greeted, a little blankly, more interested in really looking at Jane than he was in having conversations based on human pleasantry. It hadn't been explained to him what exactly was wrong with her, or what he should be fixing, after all. Prying, he'd been told, was rather on the rude side, so he backed off a little. "Cas. People seem to prefer shortening names. It offers familiarity."