[Chuck remembers being really kind of pleased with himself when he first wrote Castiel and his particular brand of clueless literalism. Different from the way angels were usually written, he'd thought, how clever, to consider how such an alien creature would really deal with humans. He feels less clever, getting it first-hand.]

I-- yeah, thanks, Castiel, I know that. Believe me, I'm more than usually aware of the fact. It's not meant literally. It just means... my writer wants me to be friends with you. Another you.