Cas considered that for a moment, licking his lower lip and staring at a menu he knew he wasn't going to order from. He didn't need to eat. It might benefit Sam to do it though, and so silently he pushed the menu toward his friend.
"This placeā¦ does not exist," he said after a beat. And he would know, wouldn't he? He'd been around since before the creation of the world, he'd watched the earth be put together, he'd stood on it's shores when they were new, and watched the animals evolve into something more. Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish.
So he'd know whether or not a city should be. And this one shouldn't.
But for some reason that hardly seemed to matter to him at all. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. "I need to know more about the trials," he said. "How many are there? How far were you?" How is it possible Dean allowed you to do them instead of him? He didn't ask that one, although he was curious.
He reached over the cheap formica of the table past the menu and toward Sam's forehead. He couldn't do much, not yet. But perhaps he could heal something a little. Alleviate the pain.