"They don't exist?" He finishes for Castiel, fuzzy brows furrowing slightly. "...What kind of hunter doesn't tell the truth to his children?" Maybe the world has gone softer since his days as a hunter. But he had certainly been raised with an understanding that there really were things that went bump in the night. That fairy tales were often based in some sort of weird facts. It was how hunters stayed alive. It was a paranoia.
"Hmm." He grunts and turns around without another word on what Castiel should do. He's got an idea on his mind and after so many years alone, it's easy to take it and entertain himself with it, forgetting conversation entirely.
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Date: 16 Jun 2016 13:10 (UTC)"Hmm." He grunts and turns around without another word on what Castiel should do. He's got an idea on his mind and after so many years alone, it's easy to take it and entertain himself with it, forgetting conversation entirely.