Cas listened solemnly, as if it was incredibly important. Someone had to listen. Humans all led such short, insignificant little lives, and if they weren't important chosen ones like the Winchesters they were forgotten. Bystanders who had nothing to do with anything, who lost their lives in battles they didn't even understand. Most of the people claimed by the Croatoan virus knew nothing about the Apocalypse, or the Devil, or anything at all, they just knew the world became a nightmare and had no knowledge as to why.
They all deserved to be listened to, at one time or another.
So Cas listened, and while Felix talked he nuzzled and kissed his throat and jaw, slid in closer to fit against his side. "I can't tell whether Alison likes me or not, but I'm sure she is the best," he breathed. "Right now, in my corner of the universe, you're the best."
He leaned down to kiss Felix's chest, enjoying the warm feeling of his lips on bare skin. It was better than the cigarette. "Here? Where's here? New York? In this room?" He chuckled gruffly and sighed. "I don't know. I want to live a few more years, bury myself in hedonistic joys because that's all there really is anymore." And hopefully, he'd try to hold Dean together, but he knew he was failing.