Tension immediately ripples through him. Usually when this happens, it's followed by some angelic equivalent of 'hey fuck you, buddy, you ruined everything and i'm here to stab you', but this boy is full of smiles, and gratitude and— hugs? Oh god, it's true, he's being hugged. Abruptly, Castiel, Angel of the Lord, is dealing with an armful of gleeful late teen/early twenties boy, and his brain short circuits. If nothing else, Cadens never ceases to surprise.
He doesn't just know him, but he knows him as Cas, which generally isn't what angels or enemies refer to him as. And yet, searching the kid's face again, there's nothing familiar to it. Just a bright little core of sunshiny child overly enthused to see him. Not wanting to alarm or upset the kid yet, Cas goes along with it, as best he can. Which isn't great, but it could be argued furrowed brows and a contemplative frown are just standard form for him.
"That's, um, that's alright. I'm just glad you're safe." Still mostly out of his depth with physical affection, Cas gives Jack an awkward shoulder pat, and detangles himself.
He needs to contact Dean. No, not Dean. This is a sweet child who hugs on instinct and knows his name, and Dean isn't in the best of headspaces of late. Sam. This is a Sam situation. If the boy knows him, there's a good chance he knows the Winchesters too, and Cas banks on that, testing out the theory. "Let's go home and talk to Sam. Have you found Sam yet?"
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Tension immediately ripples through him. Usually when this happens, it's followed by some angelic equivalent of 'hey fuck you, buddy, you ruined everything and i'm here to stab you', but this boy is full of smiles, and gratitude and— hugs? Oh god, it's true, he's being hugged. Abruptly, Castiel, Angel of the Lord, is dealing with an armful of gleeful late teen/early twenties boy, and his brain short circuits. If nothing else, Cadens never ceases to surprise.
He doesn't just know him, but he knows him as Cas, which generally isn't what angels or enemies refer to him as. And yet, searching the kid's face again, there's nothing familiar to it. Just a bright little core of sunshiny child overly enthused to see him. Not wanting to alarm or upset the kid yet, Cas goes along with it, as best he can. Which isn't great, but it could be argued furrowed brows and a contemplative frown are just standard form for him.
"That's, um, that's alright. I'm just glad you're safe." Still mostly out of his depth with physical affection, Cas gives Jack an awkward shoulder pat, and detangles himself.
He needs to contact Dean. No, not Dean. This is a sweet child who hugs on instinct and knows his name, and Dean isn't in the best of headspaces of late. Sam. This is a Sam situation. If the boy knows him, there's a good chance he knows the Winchesters too, and Cas banks on that, testing out the theory. "Let's go home and talk to Sam. Have you found Sam yet?"