"Don’t touch me," he muttered, ready to push him away… But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned against the tree and vomited. Cas would undoubtedly be less than pleased with his actions but frankly he didn’t care at the moment.
"I’m not leaving…
Jasper looked at the man and stared a little he’d seen a pic or 2 of john but john was suppose to be dead. He automatically raised his hands above his head. “Please don’t shoot. I don’t mean harm.”
John looked at him evenly, narrowing his eyes. He looked to dean them to jasper… If he meant any harm he wouldn’t have retrieved the former angel to bring him back.
John gave a distrustful sigh,” Take ‘I’m to Cas’s cabin. He’ll know what to do with him.” He guestures towards a cabin in the middle of camp.
"Cas isn’t going to do shit. He’s gonna tuck me in bed and tell me not to do it again . He doesn’t have /time/ to deal with this." Dean slurred. It seemed like he was quoting an earlier conversation but it didn’t seem to matter to john, used to it. He didn’t trust jasper, not by one bit, but he couldn’t leave his post.
Jasper nodded and took Dean to the cabin. It was starting to dawn on him that this wasn’t his universe, but how could that be. He opened the door to find Castiel. “Please don’t shoot me.” He said automatically