"I meant the -- not the fast fast one. Jeez. You and Cas both need to learn the finer points of doing things with your hands." He pauses and glances up at her. "Speaking of simpler times."

Not that that's quite what she's describing. He sobers and pries up some wood, the muscles standing out in his arms as he pulls it up with relatively little effort, you know, in human terms.

"Yeah, things are all out of whack now." He misses Benny almost as much as he misses Sam. "You take your allies where you can get 'em, I guess." And yeah, he knows that turns what happened with Cas and Crowley into one huge mess that he doesn't know how to begin to untangle.