Immediately, Jimmy dropped down in the chair. He looked at Dean, blankly at first, then widening out as he realized he could control his own eyes, and limbs, and face. The chair screeched on the floor under Jimmy's weight, where it had not so much as creaked when Castiel had perched there. Jimmy gave a bewildered look around. He recognized the kitchen, and was relieved to find it empty. He looked back at Dean, and then reached out a shaky hand for the beer. He nearly dropped it before he got both hands around it. He seemed stunned. "Well... I'm back. What's happened now?" He looked around once more, but this time listening, and whatever he was listening for, he didn't hear. His brows slowly came down in confusion.