[ Castiel cannot claim to enjoy those times when Dean, through the years of their friendships, has prayed to him and demanded his attention and presence right now for things that on the cosmic scale of things were of very little importance. His first instinct, therefore, is to roll his eyes, even as he already beats his wings.

Just because Dean's prayers can be juvenile doesn't mean Castiel won't always come when called, after all.

He deposits himself in a free seat, eyes narrowed. ]

You've never seen my wings. The compliment, while appreciated, rings hollow as a result. You found something that my name was inscribed upon?

[ It did not go without saying. ]