[A bat out of Hell. It's a strange phrase, something that's never made much sense to Castiel because there are no bats in Hell, not that he's ever seen.
But like many human phrases, it's not necessarily supposed to make sense.
Castiel takes a seat on the bed, one that he never actually sleeps in, and crosses his arms over his chest.]
I'll make sure to ask him, then. [He glances over then, his expression a little tight.] Was there anything else?
No, I— [ Ffff. He's decidedly less angry after this exchange, at least. ] No, that's it. Thanks, Cas.
[ What else can he do, really? This is the best line of defense when it comes to the Winchesters, because he certainly doesn't have the sway he once had. Blake offers and nod and pat's the angel's shoulder on her way past, off to wherever he goes when he's as busy as he is. ]
action;
But like many human phrases, it's not necessarily supposed to make sense.
Castiel takes a seat on the bed, one that he never actually sleeps in, and crosses his arms over his chest.]
I'll make sure to ask him, then. [He glances over then, his expression a little tight.] Was there anything else?
action;
[ What else can he do, really? This is the best line of defense when it comes to the Winchesters, because he certainly doesn't have the sway he once had. Blake offers and nod and pat's the angel's shoulder on her way past, off to wherever he goes when he's as busy as he is. ]
Take care.