I dunno. Let's keep an eye on him...something isn't right. Maybe...a divination spell?

[ Dean's lips twitch at the reference, curving up just a little. It always pleases him when Cas recognizes the things he says, and he moves in a little closer, coming to lean against the perch Cas has sat himself on. ]

Maybe he is. I know we're all a little broken. [ He reaches out, rests a hand on Cas' knee, squeezing a little. ] But at least I've got you.