[Right, right, Castiel just doesn't play the assumption game, does he? On the bright side, Blake will probably benefit from saying it out loud. He puffs out a breath, but doesn't abandon their trek back to his room.]

Dunno how it happens, but Crowley an' me — the future us — are in some kinda relationship. Dean said I picked 'im, said I picked Crowley instead.

[And then, more pointedly.] Saw evidence to support it, too. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.