[ Much like anything else that's become theirs rather than his, Castiel doesn't give much attention to whose shirt he tugs on, pulling at the hem before turning around to address Dean. Castiel can't make out what it is he's doing exactly, but that's not important. It's what he has to say that will decide what mood he has to deal with in the next several minutes. ]

I assume you received the message COMPASS sent out. [ Not a question. He just goes on. ] I thought it would be worth looking into, so I went to the docks.

[ As he talks, he moves around the room and adjusts things here and there. An extra pair of shoes gets shoved back against the wall, a pair of jeans he thinks are his get pushed atop them--idly tidying up. All of this in the few seconds it takes to move closer to Dean. ]

Past you is here again. And the angel.

[ He doesn't think he needs to be specific, but he should probably mention the condition he'd found his other self in. ]