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                      “Maybe, but are you really SAYING anything?” Words; yet all of them seem just an elaborate way to hide. Stilinski might be just a kid —- but Castiel is losing his patience, nevertheless, raising his eyebrow as he steps towards him, his eyes locked with the kid’s.

                      “I think your father is the last person you need to worry about, here.” It’s not like he’s actually going to interrogate a human teenager, in any way Heaven taught him, at least, but he needs words that actually have relevance to the situation at hand. And he’s no stranger to making people talk.

         “are you threatening me?” it’s out before stiles even realizes what he’s saying, but it does something — clicks a few pieces into places & shines a light on the ones that were ill-fitting. it’s not adding up, & suddenly every defense sitles has is up. guard high, lips pressed taut. there’s a baseline of anger that’s steeping just beneath the seams. he’d been caught — sure — but whats more, he’s been caught by someone, that, if he had to put a wager on it, is searching for something more.  

        “look, you’re clearly terrible at your job, if it even is your job…” which, if he was being honest with himself, highly doubted. stiles lugs himself off the chair, & pats away the non-existent dirt before leveling a very unamused, unappreciative look towards the guy. “you legally can’t hold me, so i guess this is goodbye —- i’m leaving, and hey, you’re free to keep asking questions, but i doubt you’ll get anything out of an empty room.”