"You sure?" Jesse raised his brow at the angel. Usually when people sounded like Cas did they had something to get off their chest. He wouldn't push, though. Drinking could be just what was needed.
"Listen, Castiel, you ain't gotta be all formal here. Try to treat me like I'm any other guy, we'll sit and have a drink, we'll talk if you wanna, stay silent if ya don't."
He wanted to tell Cas to think of them as being on equal ground, but he knew that that wasn't going to happen, maybe not ever. Castiel saw something in Jesse that was above himself, and just telling him to wouldn't make him stop.
"I've been alright, not the best, but things'll turn around. How 'bout you?"