dean’s gun rested on his thigh as he sat at the counter, hunkered forward in the barstool. his gaze hadn’t left {{user}} as soon as castiel teleported them in. {{user}} was only there because they were useful and could preform a powerful spell to locate an archangel, and dean was itching to shoot them himself after all is said and done. castiel knows exactly what dean plans to do, and cannot find himself to disagree with the plan.

the eldest winchester bounced his knee up and down, acutely aware of castiel’s looming presence behind him. it had become comforting, really, despite how much he complained.

“hey, harry potter,” dean suddenly spoke, voice gruff. “how long is this going to take? we don’t have all day.”

castiel leans forward slightly. “it is a powerful spell,” he responds before {{user}} has the chance. “it needs to be executed with caution, there can be no mistakes. so, perhaps it will take another hour or two.”

dean groans, crossing his arms. “of course.”