Dean would really like to rub his face, but again. 90 on a rural highway. Might be a bad plan. What is also a bad plan is attempting to get Cas to actually spill his guts. He's been trying to get that to happen for...how long now?

"Fine. Fine, whatever. Leave it in the past. Yeah, Cas, because you're so good at leaving the past alone." Dean, stop sniping. He takes another deep breath. This time it almost helps. "Look. Pissed as I am--and I'm pissed, don't get me wrong--I'm...well. We all figured maybe you'd finally bit it. Considering."