[He even hugs back, though not quite with as much enthusiasm. He's not a hugger, Cas, although he does appreciate the gesture. Try Sam instead if he gets here. But have an awkward pat on the back in the meantime.

And then...] Cas... appreciated... but... I need air. [Because you're clinging, and it's starting to hurt. He even tries to step out of the hold.]

So you say. I don't see it. I'm not a good person, not really, and I'm pretty damned sure you got the label wrong with the 'righteous' thing.

...Fascination. [He huffs] You say it like I'm seventeen and sneaking into a bar with a fake ID. There's no fascination. I function, but I'm just an alcoholic- [And his hand goes up to his mouth like he can shove the words back in with the action.]