[ The angel's head leans slightly to one side as Cas rolls over, squints -- or glares, depending on how you look at it -- up at him and stretches groggily. This is a state of being he has known only once or twice. One being that haze of pain killers during his brief stay at the hospital, the other when he was practically rendered human... enough to require a nap in the back of the Impala.

He wonders if he at least dreams, but this doesn't sound like the type of thing he should bring up now. ]

You were intoxicated. I felt that sleep was what you needed.

[ Castiel sighs, because if the past has shown him anything... it's that his future self does not hold him in high regard. ]

Considering your normal state is one of disagreement with anything I say, I assume you believe otherwise.

[ He turns away for the moment to locate a chair to occupy. ]