[Glenn wasn't sure exactly what to think or feel. There were a lot of different emotions running through him at the moment, and his eyes were locked on Castiel until Daryl moved back; his body language saying so much. Glenn immediately went forward, protective stance something he couldn't help. He was overwhelmed, but he was also worried for his friend. The wish for a gun was almost too much for him, but there was a part of him which told him to try to keep his cool, keep his calm. Instinct, even if he didn't want to listen. There was fear, yes. There was a lot of disbelief, too. He found himself about to speak, but Daryl recovered and was moving forward then; taking hold of the guy who claimed to be an 'angel of the lord'. Where the hell had that shit been for the last while? Where the hell indeed? They'd been living in terror and pain, and in constant and consistent loss. The whole world had been - and now they were here. In the presence of an 'angel'. Bullshit. He felt himself shaking, his eyes narrowed and locked on Castiel as Daryl took hold of him. Again he was silent; trying to process, trying to get it - but all the while? He stood ready.]