Well, that answers that. And apparently he isn't even permitted to eat stale bread, in the meantime. Hardly a day here and he's already beginning to learn the length of the nice, comfortable leash he's expected to acknowledge and respect. Castiel sighs sharply through his nose.

There's no reason to keep going on, not when the creature - Dean - apparently has an agenda of his own. So Castiel watches him turn again, standing stiff and still, before he, too, turns toward the corridor back up to his tower room again.