Castiel considered his answer for a moment, and then merely shrugged and drank another glass, turning to look at Jesse for a moment.
"You know what I've done. I think I don't know what you want of me, and I never will, so I will continue to try my best until you end me. If you want me to explain myself, I will try," he said, pouring another glass.
Then he turned, the feeling he couldn't place rising up in him again as he looked upon the being he still didn't know if he was angry at or not. His body lurched awkwardly as he impulsively leaned forward and hugged the other, holding a good few seconds before he pulled back.
"I am sorry, and, I understand, if you smite me. I am grateful I got to see you again."
He turned back to the bar and leaned against it as he lifted the next glass, sipping off it a bit more slowly. The alcohol was at last seeping in, and dulled the impact of what he'd just done.