[ He's so goddamn dehydrated he could pass out. The cup is pushed to Dean's lips again and he can't help but drink, weakly lift a hand to cover Cas', dirty and grimy, but he does drink, greedily, while he listens.

Castiel has a point, which is...a little odd, but Dean can't discount the guy's spitting straight facts. He's been down here languishing and being a general loud, noisy, obnoxious pain in the ass when maybe the trick is to simply comply. It goes against everything in him, just rolling over, but dammit..

The bastard is right. If Dean's going to get out of here, he needs his strength. ]

You're just saying that because you want your family to trust you. What're you gonna do when you win it back, and I bust out? [ And kill whoever necessary in the process.

He pushes the cup away, rubbing at his mouth, watching Castiel and wondering what his next move will be. Hand him the tray, see if Dean kicks it? Feed him? ]