[ This was his favorite part. The part where shit always went south, the part where you got called crazy or jumped up on something strong. There's a reason you don't go around telling people that you're a hunter or you're a goddamn angel and it's because nobody actually believes. There's something utterly destructive about it, like watching your whole being get taken apart, get called a lie. And really, there just isn't a good enough reason to tell the truth when you know for a fact it isn't going to be believed.

Dean just looks stern throughout the whole thing, vaguely bored. He's seen all of this before, heard it all before, and now the best he can do is look uninterested in Cas' display. He does, however, just barely manage to keep his annoyance in check. ]

Nope, this'd be about as honest as he's been since we got here. He's an angel, born and bred. Just be glad he didn't bring any of his brothers here with him.

[ Because really, then all manner of horribleness would ensue. There's a few perks to just getting Castiel as a singular package without the rest of Heaven's army and yet... Dean has no reason to go ahead explaining that one. Not to mention, he's still not altogether interested in detailing out how he knows an angel, since this is Castiel's story and not his. But it's likely he'll get there. Eventually. Probably. ]