The kiss on the cheek startles him completely. He lifts his head and looks over at her, more emotion on his face than he's felt since he turned into this thing, including when Cas was trying to lick his tonsils.

"Good guys," he repeats, remembering just what it is he's supposed to do now, what he's realizing he's driven to do. "Right."

He turns back to the water and thumbs over the label on the beer.

"I'm a Trickster," he says finally and glances at her to see if she recognizes that. "Tricksters humble the douchebags of the world." He tilts his head. "In not so nice ways, sometimes."