He stands up all too quickly, unhooking his cane from the side of his desk, and straightening right in front of Castiel to give him a very leveled, very controlled look. "My case. My problem. You have other things to be looking into, don't you? Like, I don't know, your alternate reality? Didn't take you as the druggy type, Castiel."
"I'm going to feed off your grace if you don't patch up my meatsuit."
House scowls at Castiel and pushes past him to unlock his door and step out into the conference room briskly.