Dean followed the salad with a pull from the beer bottle. He looked back at Cas, then motioned to the chair across from him, shaking his head. He might have missed this Cas a little, but he wished that the one who'd been through Hell and back, almost literally, was standing here.
"Have a seat, Feathers." He leaned back in his own chair. "Yeah, seemed to think he was the real deal. He healed me, which gotta say that never gets old or normal. Jesse Custer. Surprised you and Gabe haven't said anything about him."