"I'm fine," Dean replies curtly, even though he's not. Admittedly, he felt a whole lot better after talking to Philip, but he still has the sense that he's missing something. As a result, he's a bit jumpy. Fuck you, spatula. You belong in the sink now.

Sighing and rubbing both hands over his face, Dean turns to look at Castiel apologetically.

"...sorry," he mutters, a smile twitching on his face. He meanders over to the angel and looks him over quickly. Looks like he isn't the only one with problems today.

"What's up, Doc?"