Maybe I'm just used to it. And yeah, I know. Lie down with dogs and you get fleas, but, hey, at least we're all flea-ridden together.

[Or at least we were. This makes his stomach churn, seeing Castiel like this. And like he can say he's much better- when he first came to earth, wasn't his objective make them worthy. Didn't he become a vulgar version of a god to preach his own word?

It wasn't like this. Nothing about that is even Castiel to begin with. Just something wearing his vessel's skin.]