I don't know whether I should sympathize with you or tell you I'm glad you don't have to worry about people from home here. [Castiel might not know exactly what to make of this place, but from what information he's gathering, there is a sinister tinge to the entire town, a lurking darkness that seems to await around every corner. He doesn't want to overly assume the worst, but he also doesn't want to let his guard down, either.

At the description of Dean, Castiel lets out a huff of air, somewhere between a scoff and a bitter laugh borne from the knowledge that he carries with him, the knowledge that he hasn't yet told Dean he knows.] That's an apt description. Dean has not lead an easy life. How much has he told you?

[Not that it's his story to tell, but Castiel is curious.]