[ Castiel grimaces, unwinding his cable a little more and then dropping it. He pushed himself back upward, looking across at Daryl again and brushing his hands off on his dirty coat. ]

I've performed miracles. And I've done terrible things, hurt thousands of people, in the name of God. I can heal people with a touch, survive being shot. I don't walk on water, if you're asking. I sink.

[ He's just saying, in case that ever actually comes up.

But what is he not saying? He's certainly not rushing to mention that in some circumstances he can read Daryl's mind. ]

I can put you to sleep, and I can enter your dreams. I can see when people aren't what they seem, and I can speak to the souls of the dead.

It's a lot, I know.