I'm not partial to hats, regardless of what they look like.

[What a strange thing to say. Castiel almost wishes he could get a look at Dean, at his face, because not for the first time since arriving does he feel like he's being made fun of. Not in the usual way, but in a way that makes less sense, an elephant in the room. If they were in a room, and not on a horse on their way through the vast wilderness he'd had yet to fully grasp.]

A room. It's not going to bother you that I don't sleep? It has in the past.
There's more than one person in the world named Sam? I don't believe that. [lul]