[As Claire pokes him with her boot, Castiel actually manages a quirk of a smile, a burst of fondness for Claire flaring up in his chest. Even his ancient and celestial self can appreciate her concern and the way she tries to cheer him up. Truth be told, it does feel good to talk to someone about everything he's been through, especially with someone who isn't Dean.

At her mentioning that he's more than good for sandwiches, Castiel's smile widens as he turns to look at her.] Thanks Claire. I appreciate that.

[And of course, in the next moment, they come to the meat and potatoes of it all, as Dean might say. He feels relaxed enough around Claire that he feels he can talk about it; his shoulders sag and he lets himself relax back against the back of the couch.]

I think that's certainly part of it. My Grace has restored itself now, but who's to say that next time I won't accidentally use even more of it and possibly incapacitate and/or kill myself? Plus, the fact that I'm still an angel yet I need to perform human functions. It's all very...well, it's a lot, as you kids might say.

[Castiel manages a flicker of a smile in Claire's direction before letting out a long, low breath. He concentrates on the floor by his feet when he next speaks.]

There's also the fact that I'm in love with Dean.