Not bothering to avert his eyes, Castiel moves closer. He doesn't really care about her clothing or lack thereof. Why would he?

"I don't doubt that you can take care of yourself, but there's nothing wrong with taking help when it's offered." It's a lesson he'd had to learn himself. Her stubbornness on the topic reminds him of Dean almost immediately. They are very similar, aren't they? It's fascinating how two creatures can come from such different circumstances and still be so similar. He wonders if she was like this when she was still human.