Oh, hey. It's... other Cas. Dean's stomach clenches a little automatically, just like it's always done with this guy. It's like when Sam was having his visions; it feels fundamentally wrong, and it puts Dean off, but he can't be put off from Cas, and especially not when he's clearly... fucked up. Like, majorly fucked up. Dean missed out on what happened between his moment in time and 2014, but he can't help but blame his other self for not helping him. And like, Dean knows what his Cas is like, and the guy would sooner... freaking... work with Crowley than come to Dean for help on the big shit, but still. His other self sacrificed Cas. That's a clear sign that the most fucked up one? Was himself.

"Mm," he hums skeptically, lifting his eyebrows as he reaches for one of the plates. "No thank you. Guess it's good for us both that I aim to misbehave." He tries to give one of his more machoy smiles, but it doesn't quite stick.

"You really laced one of these with drugs? What is it this time?"