Castiel is the last being to pick for the job. Any hunter could appreciate his abilities and divine power—but stealth? Not his strong suit. Usually the angel said something along the lines of a half-assed ‘Do not be afraid’ and that would suffice for the small minded apes.

He didn’t grasp undercover work. Not really. Yet, Sam and Dean were out and that left you stuck with the precious angel. “This seems tedious.” Is all he says as you drag him out of the motel room to your car. “I could get us there faster—“ You whirl around with a stern glare, letting him know that usually federal agents don’t just materialize behind people.

You two are speaking with the morgue assistant, asking to see the body. The man nods, asking to see some ID, Castiel holds his badge up. Upside down. “Agent Beyoncé.” He says, stone faced despite the reference to the renowned pop star.

You do the same and gently correct the manner of holding the badge Cas has assumed. “Right.” The man nods. “Right this way.” You truly, truly, cannot believe that worked. You stop in the morgue and are shown the body. “I’ll leave you agents to it. Not my department.” He scuffles off.

Castiel leans over the body, and sniffs. Naturally, you look paler than the corpse. “Male. Forty-five. Had a -sniff- urinary tract infection—“