Blair froze as Castiel touched her face. She sat there, refusing to say anything, her eyes narrowing in confusion.
“…Hi?” she meowed in a very low, quiet voice, very unsure of what to say back. “I’m, uh, Blair. Nice to meet you.”
…I see. So ‘hi’ or ‘hello’ is indeed still the term then.
…
[ Wait, cats weren’t supposed to talk, were they? No, they weren’t, Castiel assured himself in his head. This was odd. Perhaps this cat was cursed, or a human being in the form of a cat. Or, perhaps, someone took on the cat as a vessel, though he’s never heard of that happening, or if it was entirely possible. Castiel looked at Blair just as confused as she was. ]

I’m Castiel… an angel of the lord.
And you are supposed to be… what exactly, Blair?