Molly blinked at what he said, slightly shocked at the phrasing. He couldn't feel him anymore? Her brow furrowed in thought and she very nearly missed his question. After a second, though, she shook her head.
"I never met him either," she stated softly. Shifting a little, twisting around so she was facing him directly, she eyed Castiel for a long minute before closing her eyes. With a soft inhale, then an even softer exhale, she reopened her eyes and met his gaze once more.
"Dean Winchester is in his apartment," she told him in an even tone. "The one he shares with Claire Bennet. She's there too. I can see them both, when I look for them. When I looked for Sam, after Dean said he couldn't find him, I couldn't see him. That means he's not here." Completely calm, despite the slight tremble of nervousness at just how dangerous it could be to admit her ability to a veritable stranger.
Yet Molly felt if nothing else that the horror of the past few years had taught her how to judge people more or less. She might miss it, once or twice, but she was all but certain Castiel wasn't someone who would try to hurt her. She didn't know if she could trust him, necessarily, but she definitely didn't fear him.