His mouth hung open in the slightest, "Oh, gang up on me now, will ya?" He knew no one was being serious as he stood up to his full height, fixing his (somewhat poorly) newly mended pinstriped jacket.

"One day you'll be thanking me being so vigilant!" Oh that ego of his never turned off, did it?

He did notice Castiel looked a little worse for wear, but wasn't sure how to say something to him about it. Everyone seemed to be in a tight spot as of late; and who could blame them? Everyone wanted to get home.