Castiel stared at the stone statue that had attempted to sneak up on him.

The statue stared back, its face frozen in a snarl and its fingers bare centimeters from Castiel's shoulder. No doubt attracted by Castiel's transcendental energies as a moth to a flame, the creature, ironically in the shape of an angel, had foolishly attempted to lay its hands on a true angel, an Angel of the Lord. Never mind that even the lowliest multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent would certainly overwhelm any of the Lonely Assassins that actually attempted to consume its divine Grace. It was comparable to a man attempting to stuff an entire banquet for several hundred people into his stomach all at once, or trying to imbibe all of the Great Lakes in one gulp: his body simply couldn't handle it.

In any case, this one never even got that far; Castiel was much faster than it. And he rarely blinked. He had been informed by his human acquaintances that this particular aspect of his behavior was somewhat unnerving to most people, but it was extremely useful when facing a quantum-locked monster intent on feasting on the abstract energies of other living things.

The Angel of the Lord stood impassively for a short time. "Even I can appreciate the absurdity of the situation," Castiel coolly remarked to the frozen statue. His eyes unblinking, the Angel of the Lord calmly placed his palm on the forehead of the creature, and it promptly shattered into dust. He had more important things to worry about.

A/N: I don't own Doctor Who or Supernatural. If I did, a Castiel/Weeping Angel staring contest would definitely be the order of the day!

UPDATE: Special thanks to irezel, who drew a fantastic illustration for this story! It can be found at ht tp : /irezel. deviantart. com/art/Castiel-Vs-Weeping-Angels-298515258 .