Cas languidly followed along behind, stretching while he walked and taking the time to yawn. He turned a chair around backward and sat down straddling it, and then opted instead to perch on the seat, and then... nope, he slowly crawled his way up onto the table and opted to sit on that instead. He sat cross-legged and stretched forward, gripping the table's edge with the fingers that weren't holding the joint.
"Gas is off, Sam, I figured that'd be a smart thing to do considering there was a fire." He chuckled, closing his eyes and bowing his head with a groan. This was good. This stretch right here, right down his spine. Yes, please. He just sort of slumped into it and melted down, checking out of the conversation to breathe.
Then: "Veronica said she was going to come to my drum circle."