[ this man's eyes are something else. even the fangs bared don't match vampires castiel knows, and he wonders if that's the correct category at all. there's yet to be a limit of what unique new forms of life the angel's met in abraxas. telepathy and mind control weren't things so common in vampires back home either. cas tilts his head, eyes examining the fangs clinically, and winding back up to the eyes, holding contact curiously, like he could crawl in through the pupils and take a look around the interior. but it's the question that grabs him.
What does he owe them? is life such a transactional thing? does this native, the other summoned here, need some claim on him to earn his defense? in previous years, his reasons might be duty, purpose, what he was created to do - preserve humanity. now, something more, perhaps. the last several years with the winchesters have changes so much of what he's still trying to understand. ]
Debt isn’t a prerequisite for protection.
[ brushing it off, cas huffs, pulling back, but a hand remains steady on the man's chest. he isn't keen to let him go without certainty he won't have to chase back after him. this part he knows, in his nature - the soldier, the enforcer. ]
If you need blood, catch a rat, like the rest of us.
no subject
What does he owe them? is life such a transactional thing? does this native, the other summoned here, need some claim on him to earn his defense? in previous years, his reasons might be duty, purpose, what he was created to do - preserve humanity. now, something more, perhaps. the last several years with the winchesters have changes so much of what he's still trying to understand. ]
Debt isn’t a prerequisite for protection.
[ brushing it off, cas huffs, pulling back, but a hand remains steady on the man's chest. he isn't keen to let him go without certainty he won't have to chase back after him. this part he knows, in his nature - the soldier, the enforcer. ]
If you need blood, catch a rat, like the rest of us.