Castiel tipped his head and looked slightly contrite, which was surprising, giving his blank face. "I had to look a little closer. Jesse is capable of scrambling your molecules like a cook scrambles eggs and then putting you right again on the outside without anyone knowing the difference. I had to make sure." Then, with this odd nod at concern casually dismissed, he stood there and stared over Dean's head. He forgot to sit back down again.
"I could have come. Why didn't you call me?" He was actually a little hurt, and then, considering his Purpose, he felt surprisingly low, having failed at that one idea. "I am meant to protect you." The blue eyes came back, and he shook his head slightly--no idea concerning the were-problem.