[ castiel is staring blankly up at dean with guileless blue eyes, trying to understand what's got him so riled - sure, this is some kind of curse or spell, but she seems to be in no immediate danger, and dean is usually much more cool under pressure than this. it's almost comical.
sex and gender identity, he supposes, are very important to human beings, which is the only reason she can find to explain why dean's dancing around like he's walking on hot coals. but castiel is an angel, sexless by design, and the nuance of it is really lost on her. it's not at all uncommon for angels to hop between male and female vessels, if their own is harmed in some way, or for the sake of convenience. ]
No, not at all. [ she says, frowning, with dark brows furrowed. ] My clothing is uncomfortable. But a vessel is a vessel. Should I be worried?
[ is there some weird drawback she's not considering?? ]
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sex and gender identity, he supposes, are very important to human beings, which is the only reason she can find to explain why dean's dancing around like he's walking on hot coals. but castiel is an angel, sexless by design, and the nuance of it is really lost on her. it's not at all uncommon for angels to hop between male and female vessels, if their own is harmed in some way, or for the sake of convenience. ]
No, not at all. [ she says, frowning, with dark brows furrowed. ] My clothing is uncomfortable. But a vessel is a vessel. Should I be worried?
[ is there some weird drawback she's not considering?? ]