"I'm fine." Cas licks his fingers and puts the bag down by his feet. He's actually better than he's been; he got to eat until he was full and even if he'd slept sitting up, it was indoors and in a quiet room. More than that-

More than that, Dean.

So really, considering the past few months, today is actually one of his better ones. He allows himself a small smile. Dean doesn't absolutely despise him. This is much better than he expected.