[ Unfortunately subtext...isn't Castiel's first language. Or any of his languages, to be honest. It holds that prodigious position with 'tact', which he's frankly never heard of. So he holds his distance, staying back at the base of the fallen tree. ]

I know there's creatures among the survivors here. Some of them are man-eaters, others are not. But you're something, and if I don't know what then I can't guarantee your safety.

My friend is a hunter. He would have killed you without asking. It's my hope to avoid that, but to do so, I will need to speak to him on your behalf.

[ He cocks his head slightly. ] I'll speak no more about it, but if you want to work with me, I have to know.