Castiel listened carefully, and then, finally, smiled.
With the last endearment he picked up and finished his drink, then chuckled, lowly. Having God's approval was truly a gift, even if he'd thought he'd been done with his creator for some time.
Jesse was completely unexpected, but he supposed he was naive to have thought he'd know how God sounded. He'd always pictured a being similar to Michael, without the chip on his shoulder. Jesse, though, reminded him strongly of Dean, and he appreciated that. He wondered if it was truly a power trip that had sent the angels out of control when God left, or if it was simply reaction of grief to losing such a presence and voice.