"But, why don't we just tell them we're looking for a demon?"

Castiel's head tilted, narrowing his eyes at you as if you were the one who's not making sense.

You let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you try to explain to the angel that it doesn't work that way, that you just can't knock at someone's door, telling them that who murdered their son was a human being possessed by a demon.

"Isn't it a crime to impersonate authority figures?" He hummed, looking at the fake FBI badge like it personally offended him.

He looks back at you, confused.