I don't understand how you failed anything. [ Castiel shot him twice, brought him down. It was maybe inelegant, but it certainly got the job done.

Dean reaches for the tray, pulling it into his lap, poking at the potatoes but not eating just yet. ]

You caught me, right? And you didn't die in the process. [ because of me remains left unsaid. ] So I don't get why they're so bent out of shape over you.

[ He takes a small bite of chicken, hoping it's not full of roofies, but even if it was, he can't bring himself to care anymore. ]

And -- I thought you were hell bent on me being here. It sure sounds like you're willing to help me out. [ Generally speaking, and, you know. Out out.