Castiel switched of the TV with the remote and crossed to the door. He assumed it was Joanna and pulled the door open wide accordingly. He looked a darn sight better than the last time she saw him. Skin it's usual pale colour and not white. Eyes clear and nose usual nose-colour. He smiled at her easily. "Come in," he said, stepping aside. "I baked." There was a little pride in his voice.
He let her to the kitchen where the freshly iced cake sat in the bench along side a couple of bottles of beer. "I have something stronger if you want it," he shrugged, stopping to lean on the bench. His smile has a slightly fuzzy cast. "I'm kinda surprised you wanted to come back," he said honestly.