Dean hadn't been convinced of that to begin with, and he was becoming even less convinced the more it seemed like the angel had no idea what to do with him.
"I can probably help you there," he replied. The angel kept staring, and it made Dean edgy. He turned to the side and began to edge around Castiel, just needing to move while he was under such intense scrutiny. "So, you don't eat...I guess cooking won't be one of my assigned duties?"