Just ask... her apparently dire need to guzzle some alcohol. Okay, touchy subject. Dean won't push at it now; maybe later, when she's not asking him a question about Cas, who's better to talk about than whatever it is that's making her down that vodka like her life depends on it. It wasn't that long ago that Cas was one of those just ask -- ha ha situations for him too.

"Sort of, yeah. He's got different flavors of weird. He's way more loosened up than he was when I first met him, if you can believe that, and uh, a little more together than I saw him a little while ago." He takes a drink and sets his glass down, holding it between his fingers.

"Cas has a rough time of it, to be honest."