Re: Later in the evening: Scud + Open
"That's not Samandriel," Castiel reassured, because -- well, he was never quite sure when people were joking or just saying things because they thought they were true, and so he went with the most straightforward answers he possibly could.
"Dean made the food," he responded (because he'd tidied the house, and had no part at all in the making of anything people were eating today. The most he'd done was demand cucumbers on the vegetable tray), before watching the entirely too natural way that Scud took a … drag…hit (he wasn't sure how these things worked) off of the joint and then passed it on to Dean. The scruffy looking mechanic made it look easy, simple, fluid. He somehow laughed while holding smoke in, and exhaling later.
Cas knew Dean smoked, had no problem with it considering it was prescribed, but had never actually been around to see it happen.