One scarcely has to be in the same area as Michael to be made aware of his huge presence. It's a towering and imposing thing, and it casts a shadow over him easily, the way it might any other angel. Castiel has learned to act in defiance of that feeling and in his rebellion has learned to reject the host altogether and find his own path.

"Hello, Michael." Castiel's hackles are up the moment he senses that he isn't alone. Of course, the comment that finds him in the silence of the room is one he's heard too often for comfort. "What's supposed to be doesn't always happen. No such thing as 'certainties,' especially not here."