( He doesn't worry like that, for the record. If she was thinking anything other than normal angel-hunter worrying. )

He has less, though. It takes more out of him. He sleeps, Claire. Actually sleeps. Says he slipped in the shower, too.

( He's really coming off as someone who doesn't worry, right? )

Cas is serious. He's a soldier. He's -- yeah, he's a father. And he likes sandwiches and honey and for whatever reason, bees. ( Jesus, why is he going on about Cas? ) Whatever. Find matching sleeping bags, braid each others hair.