Castiel grunts, because he wasn't distressed okay. He fishes out his piece of pie and pops open the container, picking up the damn thing and biting off nearly half of it.

God, that's another thing he has to get used to. Embarrassment. He doesn't want Dean to feel he needs to be protected, least of all from what he's got coming to him for being a vengeful, dickheaded god. "I'll need to face him eventually. When it happens doesn't matter."