Like the nudge is at all necessary with Cas still shaking off that clumsy punch to the skull. Gosh, Dean.

Cas groans, rubbing at his neck as he climbs painfully to his feet. God, he's sore all over, this is ridiculous, this is awful, why did he sleep on the floor? "Who was that?" Because Cas doesn't understand the front desk giving wakeup calls just yet.