And you think Sam is missing his? C'mon, Cas -- he's acting weird, he's not a damn dementor.

[ Is he? He doesn't seem convinced as he reaches to take the joint, watching the haze of smoke slip past Cas' lips, a disjointed memory of home flickering through his mind, of shared smoke and whiskey, a storm that wouldn't cease. ]

Man, I dunno. That seems like a stretch. The stuff you and I have done, said...we could be considered soulless, we sure as hell don't always sleep 'well' at night, but I'm pretty sure we've still got ours. He's probably just...in desperate need of a shrink.