"Weakness," Castiel corrected Faith, because he didn't quite understand the saying. Showing them their bellies? A look of confusion crossed his features, as if he was wondering if the slayer had been paying attention. "The leviathans will show you their weakness that you can use to your advantage."
Alcide's eyes darted towards Faith before turning back to Castiel. "That's what she meant. So what are we doing, exactly?"
Castiel went over his findings again, and Alcide just stood in place, arms crossed loosely across his chest as he listened attentively. While Alcide had been doing a good job in controlling his temper and doing everything he could to help out the prison, the temper of the wolf in him was boiling close to the surface. Not to the point that it would make him do something irrational and reckless, but rather that he was acting every bit the packmaster he never got to be. The protective wolf ready to do anything necessary to protect his pack, and the of was as if the features of the wolf were mixing with the outward human appearance. "Can I ask where you got this information from?" Castiel's jaw clenched shut, and Alcide had to refrain from sighing. "Is it a reliable source? I'm not saying no. I'm game for this, we just can't put ourselves in a position where we'll become another pawn for them to use against the prison."
Castiel's blue eyes hardened at that. "I wouldn't have suggested it if that was the case." He turned to Faith. "You will both need to be careful nonetheless. I will not be there, to not interfere with what may happen, but I will be nearby. If you require my assistance, call for me. Immediately."