At the mention of Jesse, Castiel was even less willing to sit down than he had been a moment ago, but as he swiveled to watch Dean cross the room, he gave in and sat. The old trench coat made soft hissing sounds as he sat back in the old chair, and Castiel's sober mouth twisted very slightly.
"He is... not God," Castiel said, carefully. He had certain views about his Father. "But he is... very like, yes. And his understanding is that he is such. His power is certainly far greater than any other being I have experienced." After a moment: "Not that I have ever been in the presence of the Lord."
His gaze sharpened, and he stood abruptly and walked around the table to where Dean sat, arm outstretched.