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[Castiel just watches him for a minute, confused.]

Did you anger one of the demons?

When don't I?

Even the douche you hang around with seems t'have it out for me.

The only reason I don't care so much is 'cause I trust your judgment.

[Dean loads his shotgun with salt rounds while he talks.]

All I know is that today I came face to face with a hellhound and that's not somethin' that's happened in a while.

Crowley dislikes you, but he won't kill you.

[And some little part of Castiel feels incredibly pleased that Dean said he trusts his judgement, though another part reminds him bitterly that it's unfounded. His judgement is awful and Dean's right not to trust it. Of course, Dean in his time doesn't trust him when he should, but...

And Castiel's emotions are too conflicting in this to sort them out, so he focuses on what Dean said.]

A hellhound? Which one?

Good t'know. Glad that's covered.

[It's sarcastic. No, Dean doesn't trust him later down the line but when he showed up Cas was still the only one he could tolerate being around and they took on Raphael together.

He spent a few days with him and they actually developed a friendship. He's trying not to focus on his shitty future before he has to deal with it.]

Woah.Woah.Woah. There's more than one?!

[Dean snaps the shotgun back up into the cartridge looking frantic again.]

I've already been kibbles and bits before. It's not gonna happen again. Not if I can help it.

There are several.

[Castiel continues just watching Dean freak out, utterly unbothered.]

Crowley's hellhound, mine, eight other puppies belonging to other individuals, and Lucifer's. Only the latter might pose any risk to you, Dean, and you likely saw Crowley's hellhound at the fair.

[He assumes that's where Dean saw the dog anyway, since he was hiding in the fun house.]

Edited 2012-05-18 06:07 (UTC)

[Dean finds himself calm pretty easy because of Cas's tone. If he's not worried about it then that obviously means he's telling the truth.

There's no danger.]

What sort of jackass would breed those things?

Lucifer. Crowley was furious.

[Until he made thirty-five thousand dollars selling the puppies, anyway.]

But trained properly, they are under the control of their owners, and the worst Crowley's hellhound might do without a command otherwise is accidentally knock you over.

[He's huge, okay.]

My hellhound is still small, as are the other puppies. Growley and Lucifer's hellhound are the only adults in the Port, so you will know which you are encountering.

Yeah, sounds like somethin' the king of lies would do. Spawning friggin' Cerebrus.

[He rolls his eyes and scrubs a hand down his face.]

Nothin' makes sense here.

Look, as long as all of you keep your hellhounds the hell away from me we won't have a problem.

Edited 2012-05-18 06:29 (UTC)

I will command Growley and Abaddon not to bother you, but I have no control over the others.

Regardless, the salt and shotgun are not necessary as of this moment. Would you like to return to the fair?

[Since Growley's not actually going to eat him.]

I don't do round trips.

[He holds his hands up.]

But thanks for the ride. Even if it turned out t'be pointless.

If you had told me your issue when I asked the first time it would have saved us from doing something pointless.

[Just saying.]

Sorry, should've gone toe to toe with the damn thing just t'be sure it wasn't a threat. Y'know since so many of 'em like to roll in the grass and chase squirrels instead of drag people downstairs.

[Deadpan.]

I think my reaction was pretty friggin' reasonable.

If you had been in any danger I would have protected you. You were not at risk after I arrived.

[Obviously, Dean. He could take out a hellhound if he had to, no problem.]

Edited 2012-05-19 08:22 (UTC)

Stupid thing's probably finishin' off my funnel cake.

[Dean looks pretty petulant. He doesn't handle embarrassment right now.]

Likely. She is fond of sugar.

[And food in general. She'll eat pretty much anything, and no worries Dean. Castiel isn't judging ~~much~~.]

And souls.

[Dean still looks pretty ticked.]

Just keep his hellhound and your hellhound away from me and we won't have any problems.

Only those she is ordered to retrieve.

[But he nods, amiably.]

They will be ordered to stay away from you.

Thanks, and thanks for the ride too.

You can go ahead and head back. I'll be fine here.

[He nods slightly at the thanks, and at his other words.]

If you are certain, Dean.

[And then he's gone in a flutter of feathers.]

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