Who:Castiel;The Winchesters What: Getting the ball rolling. When: Evening. Where: Their Hotel room. Rating: R just in case.
The sound of wings was barley heard as the Angel easily made his way into the mortals room, permanent frown on his face.He was not yet used to having a mortal vessel, and after he had been so sure Dean would be able to hear his true voice was mildly disappointed he had had to collect one after all.Not that it mattered, he had his orders and he would deliver them no matter how happy, or angry, the hunter was to recieve them.They came from his belived father after all, or at least thats what he was led to belive and at the moment who was he to question orders when it meant keeping the creatures alive yet another day?
His own curiousty aside he stepped into clear view blue eyes carefully skimming the small room,eyebrows furrowed and his regular frown of confusion already in place as he attempted to locate his charge, or his charge's sibling for that matter, before tilting his head almost curiously when he didn't immeaditly spot the hunter in the current room.Castiel knew he was in the vicinity at least as he could he feel the hunters essence, but pinning down a mortals exact location was, as always, trial and error.
Carefully, as if afraid of breaking his vessel or the objects litering the room, Cas made his way towards the other two rooms curiously.He would find the hunter, tell him of his new orders, and then the hunter would help, or so Cas belived should be the appropriate response the majority of his race should have.Though Dean seemed different then most of the humans he had briefly come into contact with and even if this was still the early days the hunters attitude would have been frowned up.Still, desperate times or however that little saying went.The Apocolypse would not be stopped just by sheer will alone after all.
"Dean?"Castiel questioned, pausing at his vessels voice.He didn't use it much only once when he had first manifested himself inside it and it felt strange, talking like a mortal and being covered in their skin.Though he supposed, if he was forced to watch over the Winchesters, it was something he would have to get used to and fast.Stopping once more, he tilted his head farther listening for any little noise or annoyed groan of displeasure that would hint at his new charges location.