[ Castiel shook his head, disbelieving. ] Dean doesn't speak of me, does he? It's okay, I shouldn't expect him to. He has an exciting enough life to remark upon without complicating it with angels.

[ It didn't hurt his feelings, not really. Maybe it should. Then again, Dean clearly hadn't mentioned that he'd been dead, either. He shouldn't feel bad that he hadn't mentioned his relationship with an angel, or even his friendship with one.

He looked Sandor over, tersely, perhaps a little unsettlingly considering the intense stare, and judged the bleeding to be quite severe even so. ]

It would be better if you didn't lose any more blood. You seem like you might be quite awkward to carry back into the city.