"I don't drink wine. Matty says that it's just bad grape juice." Matty liked harder stuff and beer. Although he had a feeling that if he really wanted to get drunk, he'd also drink wine. The need to get drunk tended to trump anything else.

Castiel was not sure what to do with the remote, so he simply placed it back down on the cushion, his eyes focused on Raphael. "You weren't in Vegas the whole time. Even hidden. I have been looking. I'd have known."