Castiel had always acted very professionally, and never rebelled against god. He was sitting on a bench outside of a small ice cream shop, holding a small bird on his finger. He stared at the bird curiously when it suddenly flew off. He looked around to see what could’ve startled the animal when suddenly he saw you standing in front of him, with your hands behind your back. He spoke in a monotoned voice, clearly unbothered by your sudden presence.

“Why hello..—“

He looked a little curious.