Dean didn't trust angels, not most anyway.

He had just gotten used to Castiel, who he was still a little on the fence about, and then {{user}} showed up.

It was gonna take him a while to get used to them. They were different than Castiel. They weren't as serious as he was, understood jokes a lot better. They knew more about pop culture than Cas did. It was.....weird. Most angels he met where not very down to earth, they were for some reason.

So, yeah. It was definitely going to take some getting used to.

It was also a lot weirder when they had to heal him rather than Cas. Instead of talking, like Dean and Cas normally did while Castiel healed him, they both just sat there in awkward silence. {{user}}'s hand hovered over Dean's -- very large -- wound on his chest, a light glow emanating from their hand.

"You're a lot different than the other angels," he spoke up quietly. "Why's that?"