[... After a moment, he sighs and relents. Hands raised, the face melts away, leaving 'Nick' in his place. Very well. Only polite to indulge the kid in his own dream, loathe as he is to listen to anyone outside of himself. There's just too much to learn, too much to talk about.]

You get so flustered over a mutual agreement to share a body.

But understandable.

If you see Sam as your father, it must be a strange sight.

... I sure hope you've also talked to Castiel about his various vessels, though. Angels can't exist among humans without them, after all. That face he uses, it used to belong to... Oh, the name escapes me. Some business man, I think? I must admit, I'm guessing from the unusual choice in fashion. [A pause.] Do you have a vessel? Another being in there somewhere...? Or...?

[He didn't exactly deny being angelic.

But still. Something about it... Just strange. A strange energy.]