#scarrdwings

“Are you going to talk to me this time, archangel?” Castiel asked, a hint of a smile playing on the corners of his mouth, as he regarded the very, very tall archangel standing there.  All at once this one was the same and very different from the Castiel that Kemuel knew; he stood with easy self-assurance and an open expression of curiosity, in his plain clothes and jeans and well-worn boots.  No wariness.   “I promise, I only bite when severely provoked, unless you’re my husband,” he added, with a little more of a grin.

And then, of course, he hugged the old hunter tight. “Hello, Bobby.”

Well, his arms were already open, even as he regarded Albiel with a bit of a soft look. “Hello, again,” he said, giving a little beckon in the manner of come here and let me hold you awhile.

He wasn’t exactly expecting a new face right now, but he also wasn’t put out by meeting one; if nothing else, in his own time and place, he had learned at least some decent socialization.  And while he was still no master of smalltalk, he was friendly.  “Hello?” he asked, eying the new person without any wariness, though perhaps some curiosity.

Hit the heart if you wanna talk to my actual grown-up, mature, self-confident version of Cas.  He’s also quite excellent at giving out hugs.  Or advice.  Or wing-grooming.