Castiel looked over at Jesse sharply at his words, and stared at him for a long moment. The angel had no idea what to think, his mind was racing in several directions at he stared at the only embodiment of his creator he'd ever spoken to, let alone seen.
After a moment he let out a long breath, not registering that he'd needed it. Inadvertantly he inhaled a great deal of cigarette smoke, but although it burned recognizeably in his chest, he exhaled with control. It almost felt good.
He nodded. "I wouldn't try to pull them here," he said. If they weren't here they may be home, if home still existed. He looked at the cigarette thoughtfully, then shook his head, suddenly smirking slightly. "I don't imagine introducing them into the plans here would go over any better than they did on earth." The brothers had an amazing knack for messing with beings infinitly more powerful themselves, and succeeding.