Dean studied Castiel warily. "Uh, thanks for the offer, but I'm good." Teleportation mojo. He understood now. So he hadn't known that angels could teleport other people. Whatever. He did now.
He looked around, eyebrows raising at the odd assemblage of luxuries. Some of them he recognized the purpose of, but others, like the pole in the middle of the room, mystified him. But, whatever. He'd grown up in the camps. Toilet paper was a luxury for Dean. "You, uh...decorate this place yourself?"