[ his trust

Castiel catches himself frowning a little at the comment, but he doesn't fight it. Whatever this is panning out to be, there's no point in questioning it. The angel might have the power they don't to help them finish the job, and maybe, if he's patient enough, Castiel can take what he's wanted to take from him since learning how possible it might actually be. There's a soft noise of confirmation, and then, without really thinking about it, he's stepping closer too.

He drops the hold on Dean's wrist for something better, slipping both arms around his neck as casual as he pleases. ]

I'll be nice to him. [ There's a smirk. ] After all, I know him better than anyone else.

[ An understatement considering. He might not know the specifics of the angel's amnesia - whether it's permanent or not - but he knows the basis of his existence and the finer details. The shape of his wings, the glint of his halo. Castiel knows it all, and he wants it back.

A low sigh, and he bumps their foreheads together, lingering there for only a moment before withdrawing. ]

But I'd prefer not to discuss it any further than that. [ Because he's getting jealous. ]