I think so, too. That they should want to live.

[Connor looks down at Curtis, almost fondly. The man is drooling on Castiel’s pillow.]

I want to live. Do you think Curtis does?

[Surely he broke into Castiel’s room — or walked in, really — seeking something of value. And although he had a gun, he seemed woefully unprepared.]

I wonder if he has friends. Someone who cares about him.