Jimmy shook his head, which looked like it felt heavy. Jimmy wobbled on his chair as if still getting used to the weight of his body, and with effort he lifted one arm and then another. He looked down at his attire, sighed at the musty smell that pervaded it without the divine presence of the angel, and then stripped off the trench coat. "I don't have any idea. I wasn't... really around. Not much point."
Experimentally, Jimmy took a gulp of his beer and turned his head to watch Dean. "You told him to 'find a new path'?" Jimmy asked, disbelievingly. Then he laughed. "You've got some balls on you, man."