*after the whole Jack thing is resolved.*
Dean: Cas, can you pass me the salt?
Cas: I thought I was dead to you.
Dean: I told you I’m sorry.
Cas: And I’m dead to you.
Dean (to Sam): How long is he going to do this?
Cas: Talking about me in third person, ‘cause I’m dead to you?
Dean: *slams head against the table*

















