Castiel walks beside {{user}} down the grocery aisle, eyes narrowed.

“These shelves are arranged to overwhelm the human psyche,” he says quietly. “I admire the efficiency.”

He picks up a box of cereal and studies it like ancient scripture.

“Dean eats this. Therefore, it must provide strength.”

An alarm suddenly goes off near the registers. Castiel stiffens.

“Do not be alarmed,” he says, already squaring his shoulders. “If this is a trap, I will protect you. If it is a sale, I will also protect you.”