That she could smile like that when thinking about a human (ignoring, for the moment, the lingering debate about whether that term truly fitted whatever Sam Winchester was or wasn’t) still never failed to surprise him. It was one of the things, no doubt, that went no small way to proving that she wasn’t just another demon. Sincerity was, he’d learned, not exactly easy to fake. “I am… glad. I was worried he would do something stupid.”
His own investment in the fate of Sam Winchester confused him somewhat; obviously if anything happened to him it would hurt his charge, but that had never been a concern before now because the younger Winchester was an abomination. It was, like everything else about humans, complicated.
The less said about the various stupid plans made prior to Dean’s return from the grave the better, though. Better to focus on the now, on the issues she’d raised. To say his forgetting was problematic was something of an understatement. “I’ll endeavour to convince him that you are not for shooting. Or stabbing.”
- how, exactly, he was going to do that when Dean didn’t remember who he was he didn’t know, but he’d find a way. Somehow. Presumably Sam would be working to the same end. It probably wasn’t right to envy the Abomination either, but Castiel did, or at least envied the fact there was no way Dean could forget him.
Her question made him frown, and he glanced out across the pond again, biting his lip in thought before answering - “It is… difficult.” – bowing his head wearily. “Dean remembers me only as ‘the thing that burned out Pamela Barnes’ eyes’” – and it was hard, harder than he’d expected, to keep from sounding bitter. He was pretty sure he’d failed in that regard. But if anyone had a right to be… ‘pissed’, he supposed, would be the most opportune word, if anyone was entitled to be really pissed off at having been forgotten, then by this point it was him. The irony wasn’t quite lost on him either – having to prove himself again when he’d barely any angelic tools at his disposal because of the things he'd done out of trust in and - yes, there was no shame in admitting - love, or if not 'love' the ways humans understood it then respect, for that impossible creature. “I am not sure how I will persuade him otherwise if he does not regain his memories.”