John reached for the fresh glass, grimacing as his fingers failed to completely close around it. The life of a soldier was something that he understood and he nodded at Castiel. "I can't say that being in the Marines compares to a soldier in Heaven, but I imagine the culture was somewhat similar. In the Marines, you followed orders without question, you were loyal to the Corps first above all."

He gave a fractional smile. Naturally Dean would be the one who tried to take on everything to protect Sammy.

John looked quizically at Castiel. "Fix them?" Obviously in his twenty years of hunting and studying demons and all manner of supernatural creature, studying the lore of Heaven had not been much of a priority.