He wasn't like she remembered, he'd always had the grace when she'd known him though so maybe this was the steady decline into the Cas he'd been in the future. Broken, hopeless. She wondered if this was how it had started for him. But he'd gotten in the car at least which was something. Part of her had imagined he wouldn't out of some remembered pride. He seemed to have weighed up the pros and cons and come down, grudgingly, on the side of accepting the ride.
"No, I don't have to do this. But I'm doing it all the same cause you don't want to be in a place like this. I could tell a mile off, and you did your bit, you went to the party, you saw your friends, but then you needed out, right?"
She'd probably wind up confusing him more by being sensible about this but there it was all the same.
"You still don't get me, do you? Or you don't buy it and you're waiting for the punchline. People keep telling you how different I am and all you can see is who I was, and why not, that me, the old me, was all you ever knew. But this place, being here for as long as I was, it tends to get under your skin. You'll figure that one out soon enough if you haven't already. I'm not doing this to score points or anything. I swear. I'm just trying to help you out."