[He kept his eyes locked on Castiel, not knowing what he said to Daryl; which made him curious but didn't help on that matter of trust or belief. In fact, belief was hard for Glenn; at least where the angelic was concerned. His mind kept going back to everything he'd witnessed, everything he'd experienced. Everything lost. Everyone gone; perished, sometimes to arise so they could try to eat their remaining loved ones. If he'd had struggles with believing in God before, a lot of what he and Daryl had lived through had put the final nail in the coffin of religious belief. And there this guy was, with a crowbar shaped like angel wings. How could that be a trick? A trick of light? There was too much shit floating around for it to be an illusion, unless there was even more that Glenn didn't have the answer to.

Go figure.

He kept his silence for a moment, though his eyes remained locked on Castiel. His jaw clenched, relaxed a little bit.]

That this is complete bullshit. I'm thinking exactly what Daryl said; you might think you are, your friend might think you are - but you are not. There is no damn way.