Cas smiled faintly, finding that admission admirable. He'd never had much in common with other humans. Beyond his occupation, there had always been difficulties in relating to Dean. Or Sam. They were bred to be hunters, but they were not created for a sole purpose. He doubted they would ever understand. "Then I believe we have something to drink to," he said.
Taking a seat at the far end of the bar, he glanced over the various liquors and realized he barely recognized any of them. He'd served as a bartender in a few towns, but this...this was truly alien, so he waited for Piotr to make a decision. Cas personally had no preference for one alcohol over another. They all numbed whatever ailed him and that was all that mattered. And there had been times where it had served him well. The neon themes of Halloween and Easter were among the causes, but he doubted that would do anything to make the passing of the hangover any easier.
"There's certain sigils. A special oil that burns hot enough to kill our true forms should we pass through it. There are also ways to trap them in metaphysical cages, which is the course of action we sought with Lucifer and Michael...I wouldn't recommend it."
On the subject of the beer, he shrugged. "Likely, though...if there is a chocolate flavored beer, I imagine my mate would find all she ever needed."