"I know," he replied, sighing as he noted the more obvious sarcasm. "This situation is far from ideal. And if I felt our hosts were open to any form of attack, I would be there with you, seeking to right a wrong that so clearly is for their amusement and nothing more. Yet as it is, I highly doubt they would have given us weapons and allowed for them to work. That would be a very large tactical mistake."
He dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his boot. There was still so much he didn't know. Or rather, didn't recognize. Anna often asked him to smoke outside if he needed to smoke at all, but seeing as there was no outside to begin with, he needed to make do. "My apologies," he said simply. "It's been sometime since I've had one of those. Not since we left the monochromatic planet. It seems I've maintained a dependency."
He wondered if Dean knew why he smoked. Or if the other Castiel so often mentioned to him had also taken up the habit. On the cruise liner, he'd earned a considerable amount of protest from the one who had called him "brother." Yet Cas hadn't been the one delving into promiscuity to fight his pain.
"I have yet to see them, but Anna's informed me they were on the same island with her. Which means they're very likely here somewhere. If there is something you wish to do about this, you know I'm willing to help. It may be best to gather all hunters in one place. For discussion, among other things."