[ He gets all the buttons free and sits with his shirt open, arms resting on his thighs so he can clasp his fingers together. At least Dean can't see the slight look of hurt that passes across his face before he schools it. ]

I keep telling you - things are different from what you remember. Sam's fine. [ At least, as far as Castiel knows. Dean's odd behavior hadn't really been a concern at the time, something he always did when things were strained between them, and having caused all of his brothers and sisters to fall from Heaven... well. ] He said that I should know both of you don't believe in angels.

[ There's the slightest hint of a smile at that, the irony a bit too amusing. ] I thought you might be able to persuade him. He'll listen to you. [ Even if just a little. ]