Angua growled low in her throat.

Castiel looked from one to the other. "Well, I suppose I do not understand why Angua is so angry with me. She, of all people, should know the difficulties of adapting to humanity."

"Oh please, I was never that dense," Angua muttered.

"Or why it is a hindrance that I look after Dean--"

"Because he doesn't need you to," she interrupted, keeping her voice level. "He isn't a child."