( He seems to spend a beat considering the mental image of it, then weighing it against what he knows of Jaskier — and, after a beat, shrugs and nods. )

Yeah, that... that tracks.

( Weird, mercurial fuckaroundery and all. Maybe the part about picking bread off the floor is kind of a surprise, but Dean doesn't know him well enough to know he has feral cat tendencies. )

I stabbed Cas in the chest in the first two minutes, which is just fuck off with a knife. Funny how that has the opposite effect.

( The fruit gets tucked away with the rest, and he dusts his hands off on his thighs. )

Would've been nice to know your dude could shape-shift into a freaking bird before now, though. I feel like that could've come in handy at at some point.