He rolls his eyes so hard it hurts.

"Yeah, awesome. I really love that bonkers gibberish of his." Being bad breaks Cas, and he'd be snappier if he didn't think she was mostly kidding, even if there's some truth in that. Anyway, what's she going to do? Tell the people holding them here that she's gotta run out for some Hell-fried chicken and she's bringing the angel with her?

"You looking to make any other personal revelations to me? Are you a bed-wetter?"