"Why would an angel rescue me from Hell?" Dean continues, still not dropping it even though this episode still has forty full goddamned seconds to go and it's taken me an hour and a half to cover goddamned minute of it that just now ended. "Good things do happen, Dean," Castiel assures him, stepping closer. "Not in my experience," Dean seethes, holding his ground. "What's the matter?" Castiel wonders, genuinely curious, knitting the unfamiliar brow and tilting the unfamiliar head again. "You don't think you deserve to be saved!" It's a sudden understanding for the angel man, not a question, and oh, Castiel, honey. If you only knew how little this self-loathing bastard cared about himself. Oy. "The tsuris again?!" Indeed. It's always the tsuris with these guys, but buck up, for we are twenty-three seconds from the end of the episode! "Rats!" You mean...you mean you don't want it to end? "Never! I have found myself re-enamored of this delightful little Thursday evening divertissement, and I want it to last forever!" It's a damn good thing you're not real, then, for Christ's sake. "You called?" Dean asks. Shut up, Dean.