dirtyovercoats:

robotmango:

“he’s the commander’s friend and i know we’re supposed to like him”

OH JESUS

WAS THERE A BRIEFING ABOUT THIS???!????

Castiel stands up above the assembled crowd. “Look,” he says, pausing somewhat awkwardly as he looks around the room. “Some of you have expressed… concern, for my friends the Winchesters, specifically Dean. And I just wanted to assert my absolute trust and faith in him, and would appreciate it if you could extend that courtesy to him, too.” He clears his throat. “Um, thank you.”

At the back of the crowd, a hand raises up. Castiel frowns. He did not specify there would be a question period in the memo he e-mailed out.

“Uh, yes, Jeremiah?”

“Are you and Dean Winchester… involved?”

Castiel blinks, taken aback. “I—uh…” he fumbles for a quick response. “We are intimately bonded, you might say, yes. Although by the colloquial human terms of being ‘involved’ we have not consummated anything, no, although I hope—”

"Castiel?” Hannah interrupts him, holding a phone out to him. “Your friend Dean is calling.”

Castiel sighs in relief. “Yes, thank you, Hannah.” He turns to the other angels in the room. “Sorry, I must excuse myself. My, uh—Dean needs me.”

From the back of the room, Jeremiah smirks. “Go get him, sir,” he says, as Castiel blushes furiously.

demonimpala:

robotmango:

“he’s the commander’s friend and i know we’re supposed to like him”

OH JESUS

WAS THERE A BRIEFING ABOUT THIS???!????

cas: *clears throat*

cas: *opens powerpoint presentation*

cas: this is dean

cas: he can get a little angry

cas: but we like him

cas: we like him a lot