Cas nodded promptly. "I do. Not as well as you. In my reality, she died during our infiltration of Carthage, but it seems she and Dean have become involved here. It's...pleasing to see. Before Carthage, I had believed they were one day intended to mate."
All Cas had wanted for Sam and Dean was to see them prosper in whatever way had suited them. He kept none of that hope for himself, which Anna had promptly laughed about. In a delighted way, once she explained the reference he'd inadvertently made. But it didn't stop any of it from being any less true.
"Names are simple to have in common," Cas explained, continuing to gather dry pieces of bark and wood. "But the other Castiel had had a fascination with gardening. And showed an aptitude for art. He was easily upset to the point of being a burden and was in a relationship with the Jack I spoke of earlier. None of those interests are my own. Until I showed him how, he'd not even known how to fire a gun."
Flyboy. He supposed the name was better than 'featherbrained idjit' or 'Spengler,' the latter of which was a name Dean had once given him with no explanation. "If you were to restrain me, I would have to escape," he said bluntly. "And there would likely be more violence."