The stranger swore a lot. Cas ignored those words and picked meaning from the others. "I didn't kidnap you," he confessed, his voice a low growl. "I don't know why we're here. I only know I can't get home." Such as it was. He missed the attention the man played to his form. He didn't care what people thought of his vessel. He certainly didn't consider himself attractive to humans.
"You're new," he growled out. "Then I'm sorry. It is a shock at first." He was sincere. The man sounded English. He was some distance from home then, in years and space. Cas didn't know what he could do for him. Considering his recent record he suspected it was better he didn't try. "I... can't help you."