The shotgun in his hands felt foreign, and Castiel was baffled.
Angels fight with their Grace, all-powerful surge of their internal being unmatched by any other force. It is different for every angel, but it is the only thing he's ever known.
Castiel felt crippled.
"Come on Cas! I showed you how it works! Let's go shoot some werewolf ass!"
Dean smiled at him, cocking his own weapon, thrill of the hunt evident on his excited face. Sam was already ahead of them, stepping inside a church.
The hunter's smile was all Castiel needed to get him going.
"Let's go."
