"When is being dopey a good thing?" Castiel asked seriously, watching the Archangel all but skip toward Sam when Sam held out a bottle of coke for him. He wasn't sure this was such a good thing.

"When you are one of Snow White's dwarves," Sam suggested, also not convinced of this being great. It was better than Raphael being miserable and in pain, sure. However, he seemed to run purely on instinct and he didn't know if he even understood his instincts. "Raphael?"

He was trying to get and keep his attention. "Can you speak? Something other than my name and coke, I mean. Could we have a talk?"