"How'd you get your own angel in the first place?" Jason asked. "Doesn't seem like the sort of thing a person just does. 'Hey, how much is that angel in the window?'" He tried not to think too hard about what Castiel even being there meant, knowing what he did about how said angel had obtained a human body. Though Jason didn't agree with it, he couldn't deny that Castiel seemed to regret what had happened to his host, or that it sounded like the guy who'd previously had the body had been pretty determined to let Cas use it.
At that thought, Jason tipped back another mouthful of whiskey. Thinking got him in just as much trouble as not thinking. He really had to find a happy medium.
"Home's ... " Jason shrugged. He got the whole chick flick moment more than he'd normally admit to anyone. "I don't know. Place has something to do with it, I guess, but keeping me there's not easy. You get all these memories wrapped up in it when you have a roof over your head long enough. Not all of them are good. And I get dragged into the bad ones way too easily sometimes. Maybe I learned that from Bruce, with all his stupid display cases and obsessing over the details."