[ the cheeseburger is perfect, and Cas happy takes a seat to shovel it into his face, looking absolutely in bliss. He sticks close enough that a knee or a leg still touches Kyle, for the relaxing benefit, but the man has his hands free from some nachos. ]

You know, [ he speaks through a face full of french fries, pointing his half eaten burger at kyle's nachos. ] Death, the all powerful and unending being that will reap all things from mankind to God? He loves nachos.

And french fries, fried jalapenos - all manner of grease-soaked delicacies.