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Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

Castiel was back at the pulpit. He eyed the choir and then the congregation suspiciously. He was really, really hoping that no one randomly burst into song this week.

After several long moments during which the choir and the congregation grew increasingly worried and fearful for their continued well-being, Castiel finally cleared his throat and spoke.

"It has come to my attention," he said, "that the majority of the human race has developed the odd idea that the Heavenly Host has some sort of vested interest in what you people do with your reproductive organs."

And, uh, he went on from there, as Castiel set out to inform the gathered masses just how little interest angels actually had in the various sordid activities they might get up to. This included visual aids (including the fuzzy handcuffs). By the end of it, even the token bad boy with a heart of gold who sat in the back in his best leather jacket and pretended to sleep through the entire service was blushing.

The little old lady in the front who everyone watched to see when to stand up was grinning like a cougar. After the service, Castiel was going to have to point out that in general, the Heavenly Host had no interest in engaging in what humans got up to with their reproductive organs, either.

[ooc: Open! And, hey, let's try some OCD out today.]

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If you ask where he got the handcuffs, he's likely to wonder why you're the only one around who doesn't seem to listen to the radio.

After what he'd heard on the radio and a ~~handwavey~~ discussion with Dean, John figured it was time he checked out this so called angel for himself. The sermon had made him conclude that this was definitely the kind of angel his son would hang around if he had to pick, but other than that he wasn't forming any opinions until he talked with him himself.

Yeah, so he'd found out yesterday that the John of this world was alive, well, remarried, and living on the island. That sadly didn't make it much less of a shock to see him in person.

"John Winchester." Castiel nodded to him. "It is good to finally meet you."

John nodded, tensing a little at being recognized without introduction. "I hear you're an angel."

The last time Castiel had seen John Winchester in person had been the early seventies, but he still recognized the man. Castiel dipped his chin once in a nod. "I am."

"You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little on the skeptical side about that."

Considering this Dean's difference from the one Castiel was used to in that regard, John's skepticism was something of a relief.

He made short work of setting the lights in the building flickering and giving a good show of the shadows of his wings.

What could he say? He loved a good sense of the dramatic.

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John crossed his arms. "Not sure that proves anything too much, since most demons will give the same kind of light show. The wings, granted are a little more unusual, but..."

Castiel supposed he'd have to admit that it was a little bit harder to prove when one hadn't just survived being stabbed through the heart with a demon killing knife.

"Then what proof would you prefer?"

"I'm not sure actually," John said honestly. "I suppose I could try shooting you with the Colt..."

"I'd prefer you didn't. It will do nothing more than irritate me, and my vessel would prefer not to get shot or stabbed again unnecessarily."

John considered for a moment, then rattled an exorcism off. If he was a demon, he'd react, even if it didn't actually banish him.

Castiel waited patiently. When John was finished, he tilted his head. "Satisfied?"

"For now," John allowed.

"Is that the reason you're here, or did you have . . . other questions?"

"You seem to have an unhealthy focus on my boys," John observed.

"I don't believe that's the proper word for it. Before coming here, I was engaged in a battle in order to aid . . . 'your boys' as you put it . . . in preventing the end of the world. There is nothing 'unhealthy' about wishing to see them both well."

"I think I'd prefer for my boys to not be singled out for attention by any supernatural forces," John said evenly.

"I'm afraid it's far, far too late for that, John." Castiel stepped forward, moving in rather closer than your ordinary human would. "I did not choose your sons. Their positions in this matter were determined a long time ago."

John returned his stare without moving. "They never asked for any of this."

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