[ castiel swallows down the shiver that slithers through his body at that last brush of skin, receding. he can't help but wear his disappointment, though he's a bit flattered, too. that dean knows him well enough for something so inconsequential to be the tip that tips him off. ]

Another angel... "caught me up" on pop culture some time ago.

[ but that isn't all there is to it, and frankly there's no point in hiding the truth when the young man calling himself his son is going around talking about it too. he meets dean's gaze. ]

In your future. It's been four years since our time in Purgatory, from my perspective.