"Well, he has a fanboy out there who would love for him to be the real deal. Guy nearly wet his pants when he realized what the hick was claiming to be." Dean shrugged and was lifting another fork full of lettuce up to his mouth when the angel decided to invaded personal space, yet again.
The hunter's arm lifted to block Cas' hand, his body twisting a little to put more room between them. "Whoa, there, Sir Laughs-a-lot. Not sure what you're reaching for, but I'm pretty certain you should probably ask permission."
"Sit down, Cas. I would have told him only you're allowed to heal me, but I was being burned by acid at the time. Really wasn't thinking straight." He shoved the lettuce into his mouth and chewed, waiting to see what the touch happy angel, touch happy for Cas anyway, would do.