"And you don't?" Dean demands, angrier because Castiel isn't even fighting. He's just standing there, accepting it. Like he's verifying that it's true; it's all true. "How can you not say anything?" he snarls, infuriated by the quiet, single-sentence replies.

Dean has seen Castiel's emotions. He knows that the angel has them. It's as though he's refusing to show them in an effort to distance himself from the problem.

Obviously, Dean is the problem. He's always the problem. It's why everyone leaves him.

"...yeah, okay. I see how it is. Fine."

He throws his hands up.

"Jump ship while you still can."