[ He catches the look but doesn't comment, standing for a second longer before turning around again and giving Dean his back. For whatever reason, he feels restless and strange. Maybe it'd been the fact he'd met the other Dean halfway through the jungle and figured him to be a hallucination. Perhaps it's the settling notion that if his other self proved more valuable, he wouldn't matter, and that's why, he thinks, they hadn't gotten along very well in the weeks he had been here.

Being shoved out for something better-- ]

I don't know. I doubt he even knows what an angel is. [ There's a certain huff to his voice. ] But if you're going to see him, you should ask.

[ Which is hilarious, really. Even if Castiel isn't laughing this time. Hand to the bridge of his nose, and he pinches it just slightly to ease the pressure threatening to build there, glancing at Dean over a shoulder as if suddenly remembering something important. ]

It might be easier if I went with you. [ Since the angel sort of knows him now. ]