[ castiel shifts, looking like he isn't sure exactly how to respond in the scant moments before vincent lays that on him. his eyes widen and his face goes blank. it feels like he should be offended by the implication, but it's so preposterous he can't muster any anger.
it's a few long, unreadable moments before he finds himself asking, ]
no subject
it's a few long, unreadable moments before he finds himself asking, ]
How—?
[ and then, cutting himself off: ]
I don't even think that would be possible.