Skittles, Taste The Rainbow {Open}

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Johnny didn't know why but he found himself gazing at the moon himself just like the man after having explained it wasn't a full one tonight. Thank the lord it wasn't either or tonight would be even more of a headache. Taking care of Nikita to make sure she stayed locked up in the basement then his pregnant baby sister bugging him to go out and get her skittles. No, at that point, he'd tell her she had to wait on the damn skittles because he just finished doing one hell of a nightmare of a chore.

His eyes then fell back on the man, leaving Johnny even more puzzled. He knew himself he was probably right. Nikita didn't want to be harmful to him and his family or anyone for that matter but she couldn't help what she was nor could she control it. He could see the pained look in her eyes from time to time. Even somewhat pleading as if she was begging him to end it all for her. End the pain and suffering, end the nightmare of a curse she lived with.

Looking shocked yet more appalled then anything, he tightened his jaw, balling his fists up in his pockets, and nodded his head slowly. "I guess I can understand. I don't know why your family could be so heartless but the last thing I want is for that to happen." He sighed, now at lost for words on things. "Where are you gonna stay then if not with me and my family?" He thought his offer had been sincere and genuine but with the point he'd stated he couldn't continue on with it for the safety of Nikita and his family.

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Angels had been created to be soldiers--obedient soldiers that didn't have a mind of their own, which was a lot more of a literal statement than a figurative one now that Castiel knew that Naomi had been in his and who knew how many other angels heads. Perhaps their nature as such was what made them so ruthless, so willing to kill anyone who got in the way of their goals--a nature that Castiel had spent recent years fighting against, thanks to meeting two brothers who believed in complete and utter freedom, fighting against fate and destiny every chance they got.

Castiel was about to open his mouth to say that angels were created without any organs that humans had. They were wavelengths of celestial intent. Their vessels had organs but those organs didn't belong to the angels. But he shut his mouth again as he realized what Johnny had meant. He didn't mean that he didn't know why angels didn't have hearts; he meant that he didn't know why angels could be so cruel. Castiel was sure that he, like most humans, believed that angels were supposed to be...Well, angelic. Halos...white wings...white robe...Peace loving creatures. And how wrong all of those humans were.

"I often wonder the same thing myself," he said. He had tried to teach his siblings that they didn't have to be the warriors that they were but he had failed utterly in driving that lesson home to them. Castiel didn't know where he could stay but he did need to find somewhere that his siblings wouldn't think of looking for him. He was already thinking again of the motel, even though he had discarded that building as an unsafe haven for him. "I'll find somewhere," he answered Johnny, not bringing up the motel because he knew the man would object to it again.