"More or less. I came to believe there was a Plan in the works that no one, not even the archangels, were aware of. I wasn't sure I understood, but I didn't want to be a part of it, either. Now I'm completely confused." He grimaces, then nabs the kettle as it starts to steam, and pours hot water into the pot. The resulting scent is a blend of cinnamon, cardamom, and heavy ginger.

"I regret the end result," he answers, not sure whether Death is referring to him assisting the Winchesters or assisting Castiel. Either could apply. "I'm not sure I'd actually do much different if I had to do it over."

But that's not a fun topic to consider.