"Cas," Dean said firmly. "Tell me what the Enochian on my arm means."
"It is not of importance," the angel replied.
"Cas, it is important. I know you can doodle on yourself and then mojo it away, but I can't. I'm stuck with this on my arm forever and I want to know what the hell it means!"
"Do not worry, Dean. I will protect you."
"What? Cas, that's got nothing to do with—" The angel was gone. Dean threw his hands in the air and stormed off to find Sam, hoping he knew some Enochian.