Dean fists his hand in Castiel's shirt and pulls him down to eye level.

"I don't care about your true form. I can't see it." Somehow, Dean manages to shrug with his eyebrows. "But sometimes? I wish I could. Because it's probably pretty freaking amazing. Chrysler building. Wings." His eyes slide away from Cas for a second, leaving him staring into space. "We've gotta get your wings back."