Castiel stroked her unkempt hair slowly, kept kissing it gently. His own curiosity about his other reality, Dean's reality, was non-existent despite Gabriel's offer to watch it with him. He figured he had enough reasons to drink.
"I know, Joanna." He respected her too much to fabricate platitudes for her. He snorted a little at her question. "Real as you are," he said with another little kiss. He hair was greasy, needed to he washed. "I think we need to get you freshened up OK?"