The Fiery One

"Oh,your one of those mormon women right?"

"Actually I'm an angel. Y'know, right hand of God and all that bullshit."

       ”I have reason.”

       "Please do share with the class, Castiel."

              ❛well, i’m not too fond of you & yours either, sister.  ❜

        "I haven't been one of them in over a thousand years, Dean."

"Do you want an award?"

“ Im the kind your kind steps on with a boot.”

      "Suppose it's lucky for you that        I'm technically considered fallen.        Their war with you is not mine."

"Darling sister, I’ve been well. Bit bored as of late, have you been your naughty self sister dear?"

"Well you know me. I have to entertain myself somehow. Shall I start a war for you?"

                “You mean Dean?                             Maybe it’s because he plucked him straight from Hell—                                 they got this whole profound bond thing going.”

          "Is that a hint of jealously in your voice, pretty boy?                     At least you're not damaged like he is.                            Wait -- that's right.                                            You were caged, weren't you, Sasquatch?"

           ❝ Yes, he is.                You-you  don’t    know  him,                he  always     comes   back.                 Sometimes  it takes longer,                once   it  took  him 12 years,                but he always comes back.                                             Trust me. ❞

         "This man left you in an alternate            universe. He can't come back."

        “Not is it a query upon if I have to but might I, if I see fit         that is? It must truly be a pity that I do not ‘hold dear' what         irritation spurs in your mind. Is that so? Funny, I don’t sense         any fault at my end. Needn’t we always desire something         or another, d e a r.”

       She says nothing instead she glares. If this asshole        didn't shut up soon, she was probably going to         kill him quite literally. She didn't handle annoying        people well nor did she enjoy running around in        pointless circles.

"Is your dad like God or something?"

"Yes. Quite literally God."

     ”That didn’t answer the question. Why?”

      "Because technically this vessel died hundred of years ago and shockingly, God reuses bodies. Since he doesn't pay attention to my vessels, you got my hand me downs."

Being friends with me consists of me sending you bad jokes at 2:47 in the morning

“ A friend, hopefully. We don’t need to get into details.”

"I don't have friends. Now get into the details."