[He'd followed Daryl after the rant, wanting to have his brother's back if anything went down outside of words. It was the way these things worked. He'd kept his silence, let Daryl have his say - because he agreed with it. Maybe he'd have worded it differently, but there it was. So, there Glenn stood, then. At Daryl's back, but off to the side. Watching carefully; fingers curled around the handle of his knife should he need to use it. He'd been told about this guy, Jimmy who was now calling himself Castiel. None of it sounded good, not one little thing - and now here he was, giving another name and the... the... ]

What in the actual fuck?

[Whispered and completely not cool with what he was seeing, even if he'd seen shit he couldn't explain already. Plenty of it. But this? No. Just. No.]