Dean. It's not really the name he had expected to hear, but then, he's not really sure what he would have expected at all, though he has to wonder at what it might mean, if it suggests that he was named, that there was someone who chose to give it to him. Did he have parents? He must have, yes? Was he born this way? Is he an animal? Was he human, once? If so, does that make him a werewolf?

Castiel's mind is all but swimming with questions. But he keeps them all behind his teeth for now, and instead only offers a short, clipped nod. Better to keep his host relatively in his good graces, he supposes, lest he end up in the dungeons himself.

"Thank you." A pause. ".. though I am still hungry."