The angel watched with a little confusion as Dean nearly smacked himself in the face with his own gun, before he allowed a frown to stay on his face. "Then perhaps you would like to tell me what it is like, Dean. And why you did not tell me."
His blue eyes tracked his best friend, moving closer into the circle, pacing around like he wasn't quite sure where to go. "I find when you are drunk, you tend to greater honesty. And it is a big deal, Dean. To me. If I had known you felt this way, I never would have pursued Jo."