Unfortunately, we managed to scare Dean, who apparently was under the impression that we were all dead or had been captured when he woke up this morning and found none of us around. Nor any notes or texts or voicemail. I knew it was unwise to leave him without any clue as to our whereabouts, but Sam thought Dean would be unhappy if he knew what we were doing. Of course, he was, but we never got to find out whether he would have been mad as to our actions because he was scared and very angry. I probably should have ignored him and let Dean know what we were doing earlier in some way, but for angels who apparently disregard orders, we are very obedient and it may take some time to learn how to consciously think about more decisions, rather than just going with the easy 'listen to another and it will be fine' option.
And I was questioning humans and their tendency to do this. Apparently it is no easier for angels to exercise Free Will. (It is no less important for all that, however. For angels or humans.)
Sam was teaching my fellow angels and I how to drive. Just in case the humans end up incapacitated, and the only escape is through getting away very fast. Apparently the car as an escape vehicle has earned its reputation. Flying would probably be faster if we cannot heal them on the spot, but as neither I nor my fellow angel are completely aware of how to use our powers, and Castiel is losing his powers, Sam argued that they might not be reliable. It was a decent argument. I do not like being in charge of a vehicle that is large and unwieldy and is highly dangerous both to my vessel and others. The lack of control annoys me, and I do not think it wise to entrust anyone's safety to someone not completely in charge. Besides, I fear what would happen to me if I managed to hurt the Impala.
(We were not practicing with the Impala, which was good. But especially in a desperate situation I would not be so sure about my ability to escape Dean's wrath unharmed if I made one simple mistake.)
After that, Dean insisted we all go out for food and even insisted on having himself, Cas, and my fellow amnesiac angel eat in one 'restaurant'-full of strange smells that do not make my vessel feel very good-and then the whole group going to a separate one just so that Sam and I could have at least one healthy meal for the week. It was slightly awkward, but I think he fears more for our safety than he will say.
It just took Cas telling him that we were friends for him to take our bleeding vessels in and care for them until we woke. Just the simple idea of us being a pair of heavenly siblings that would not try to harm Cas or the world or the Winchesters was enough for him to treat us as part of his family-a somewhat humbling idea.
Truly, he has the heart of the Righteous Man.
Now if only others could learn from his example. (I believe Zachariah, for one, has a heart two sizes too small.)
And I was questioning humans and their tendency to do this. Apparently it is no easier for angels to exercise Free Will. (It is no less important for all that, however. For angels or humans.)
Sam was teaching my fellow angels and I how to drive. Just in case the humans end up incapacitated, and the only escape is through getting away very fast. Apparently the car as an escape vehicle has earned its reputation. Flying would probably be faster if we cannot heal them on the spot, but as neither I nor my fellow angel are completely aware of how to use our powers, and Castiel is losing his powers, Sam argued that they might not be reliable. It was a decent argument. I do not like being in charge of a vehicle that is large and unwieldy and is highly dangerous both to my vessel and others. The lack of control annoys me, and I do not think it wise to entrust anyone's safety to someone not completely in charge. Besides, I fear what would happen to me if I managed to hurt the Impala.
(We were not practicing with the Impala, which was good. But especially in a desperate situation I would not be so sure about my ability to escape Dean's wrath unharmed if I made one simple mistake.)
After that, Dean insisted we all go out for food and even insisted on having himself, Cas, and my fellow amnesiac angel eat in one 'restaurant'-full of strange smells that do not make my vessel feel very good-and then the whole group going to a separate one just so that Sam and I could have at least one healthy meal for the week. It was slightly awkward, but I think he fears more for our safety than he will say.
It just took Cas telling him that we were friends for him to take our bleeding vessels in and care for them until we woke. Just the simple idea of us being a pair of heavenly siblings that would not try to harm Cas or the world or the Winchesters was enough for him to treat us as part of his family-a somewhat humbling idea.
Truly, he has the heart of the Righteous Man.
Now if only others could learn from his example. (I believe Zachariah, for one, has a heart two sizes too small.)