Understandable. I feel similar about the people here I have with me. [As glad as he is to see both Claire and Dean again, Castiel worries at his abilities to protect them here. His angelic abilities only go so far; they don't work entirely as they should, and when he does make use of them, they seemingly drain him of energy in a way they never did back home.

He nods when Henry explains that Dean hasn't mentioned much in the way of his life story. He bites back a smile when he mentions the both of them being slow to trust; that is accurate of Dean on a deep level, in Castiel's experience.]

He's been dealt many...I believe the term is 'shit hands.' But he always does his best with what he's been given.

[There is no small measure of pride in Castiel's voice; he has long admired Dean's ability to get back up after being knocked down again and again and again, even outside of his feelings for the man.

He huffs out a small laugh at Henry's description. He figures he may as well be a little bit more honest, for the moment.]

I am a hunter like Dean, yes. But I'm also an angel.