Castiel cranes his head up to get a better look at Dean, the tension in his shoulders and the crease of his brow. There's some heaviness here, but Castiel didn't feel like it was anything borne of frustration or resentment.]

I can't promise you that, but I will promise to do my best. I won't make assumptions and I'll speak to my concerns. [Even in the totality of having freedom he still had a cause to follow, things that drove his ambitions. Much as he might not want to be, Castiel was a creature of habit and he was predisposed to it. Wired that way.] I knew you weren't kicking me out.