If Dean and Sam had hoped Cas would be in a better mood after putting some nourriture in his stomach, their hopes were now buried very deep into the ground. After finishing his lunch he threw his plastic plate on the floor.
“Why did toi do that?” Sam hissed, as he leaned to the floor to pick up the garbage. Cas shrugged. “You’re jouer la comédie really odd, Castiel. Has anyone told you?” Sam a dit a little annoyed. Cas shrugged again. “Stop…shrugging. If this is about Meg, then just tell me”
“I don’t have to tell toi anything” Cas replied with his gravelle voice. He stood and as Sam wanted to do the same he cast the younger Winchester a warning stare. “I’m going to the bathroom. I don’t need your help with that”
As he left Sam turned to his brother, who watched Cas’ back. “Do toi have any idea of what’s wrong with him?” he asked sharp, requiring an honest answer.
“Actually, I do” Dean answered and he took a sip from his beer. “But don’t ask me what, I promised I wouldn’t tell”
“Come on, Dean!” Sam objected.
“Sorry, Sammy” Dean replied. “If toi want to know, toi have to ask our angel”
“Okay, I will” Sam a dit and he stood and walked to the bathroom.