Cas walks down the street, stops at the nearest diner and orders two of the rarest burgers he can for himself and another two for Dean, the way he likes it. Has it all boxed up, remembers Dean's pie and is back at the motel in thirty minutes.

Fixing Dean has never seemed so insurmountably difficult. What can he do? Pretend nothing is wrong? Be supportive? He can't be affectionate, not in the way they used to be and not in the way they are now. Cas doesn't know how he's supposed to prove to Dean that he's worth much more than he believes, because Dean still values his opinion of himself over everyone else's opinions of him. It would be healthy if he didn't despise himself.

Castiel lays out their food and just digs in. Comfort food.