[Michael knows the comment was aimed at him and shrugs it off. He doesn't even like parties, and he doesn't need to have watched Animal House to know it.
(Adam had been more of a horror movie fan, funny enough, despite the whole death-by-ghoul thing.)
In a rare display of emotion, his expression turns surprised—baffled. Castiel is gullible even for a lower angel, but he's a capable combatant. How'd Metatron get one up on him? He answers in the same fashion, silent to bystanders.]
Metatron—the scribe? The bookworm? You were bested by an angel from the clerical division?
[Also, he thought that guy was dead. And, well, by Michael's time...
Michael glances at the display continuing up front, pointing at the sheep's hollowed-out carcass while looking back at Castiel.]
That's you.
[Both in the 'led to the slaughter' sense and the 'scraped clean, just skin left' bit.]
no subject
(Adam had been more of a horror movie fan, funny enough, despite the whole death-by-ghoul thing.)
In a rare display of emotion, his expression turns surprised—baffled. Castiel is gullible even for a lower angel, but he's a capable combatant. How'd Metatron get one up on him? He answers in the same fashion, silent to bystanders.]
Metatron—the scribe? The bookworm? You were bested by an angel from the clerical division?
[Also, he thought that guy was dead. And, well, by Michael's time...
Michael glances at the display continuing up front, pointing at the sheep's hollowed-out carcass while looking back at Castiel.]
That's you.
[Both in the 'led to the slaughter' sense and the 'scraped clean, just skin left' bit.]