You can't blame a girl for being cautious. [ He seems settled and, with his attention on the ground, she loosens somewhat, hand falling away from the dagger. The Castiel she remembers speaking to never seemed to have poor intentions, though the world has a habit of turning them upside down and inside out when the gods are feeling particularly needy.

Which is often a monthly thing. ]

You can't trust people here, even when you know them. It's a real fucking problem.