Castiel tilts his chin just a little higher, defiant in the face of the boys and their betrayal, and he holds out for just a moment before pulling himself upright gracefully, bending across the table to serve Sam, before easing back to serve Dean in turn, and finally himself.

When all's said and done, Castiel replaces the dish on the table and settles back down again, looking for all the world like the perfect Angel of Manners he is and ducking his head politely at Mary when she offers him a sweet "Thank you" down the length of the table.

You know how it always is when the neighbor's kid is the most reasonable person at the dinner table, and shows you up? That's Castiel right now. He's not even feeling remotely ashamed of himself about it, either.