"I don't think your boy likes me. That's fair, I don't like him either." Aleister quietly told Bobby. He didn't have to love his kids, he wasn't signing up to be a step uncle/father/whatever but he wasn't going to actively kill or sabotage them so that had to be worth something. "If you're this paranoid about me, I don't know how you're planning to handle Archangels. They're a bunch of sneaky buggers."

Matteo huffed out an annoyed sigh and walked aside, cleaning his hands off on a towel as he looked up at the sky. "Cas?! Come on down, we need your feather ass. We might be able to summon an angel."