"The reality of angels and the pop cultural perception of them are two wildly different things." He shivered, a pleased little growl working its way out of his throat. "Not you though, no." There were already ghosts. Why not angels? Hiding. Somewhere. He hated that he didn't have access to the order's supplies or even Dean's trunk. Some holy oil would not go amiss here.

"Tell me if this stops being okay." He kissed her again. They could talk theories and suspicions later. This was so much more important.