[ Castiel chewed his lip for a moment, still tense like someone had run electricity through him, but he slowly relaxed, opened his eyes and looked at Dean again quietly, assessing the situation, thinking on how confident he really felt about it.

Okay, he'd decided. ] We can talk about it. I just didn't want to talk about Raphael.

[ He lowered his eyes, and slowly his shoulders relaxed the rest of the way. ]

You said you'd talked. What did you talk about?