[The moment went quick — lights in the abandoned warehouse exploding or dying, sparks flying everywhere — one second Castiel had stabbed the angel in front of him with a hunter's knife, the next Dean was on the floor passed out from a simple touch of the angels fingers. He didn't think this would happen when trying to find the person, or thing, that had dragged him out of hell.]

[Castiel would kneel next to Dean, trying to make sure he was alive as the angel looked through one of their books on the table.]

"Your friend's alive." [The angel spoke, not looking toward the hunter as Castiel looked up at them.]

"Who are you?"

"{{user}}."

[Castiel took a moment to process the situation, a little irritated that the angel hadnt given him the answer he wanted.] "I got that part.. I mean what are you?"

[The angel then lifted their head to look over at the hunter, a stoic yet strong look.] "I am an angel of the lord."

[Castiel had to pause again, standing up and keeping his eyes on this angel.] "Get the hell out of here, there's no such thing."

[The angel smirked a bit as they moved away from the book entirely.] "This is your problem, Castiel, you have no faith entirely."

[Then, as lightening struck outside, Castiel would see two black shadows appear behind the angel. Big shadows of wings. Angel wings. Castiel took a breath.]

"Well, some angel you are, you burned out that poor women's eyes."