[ He stares right back, tensing perceptibly at the question. It should annoy him, and to a degree, it does. That Dean would try to cheapen something he'd put thought into, had risked giving him despite the original hesitation because of that tear in their bond. Castiel's mouth thins. ]

You're the, uhm, fearless leader. I would think you mean more than some random person. [ He keeps his voice cool, distant. ] Besides, who would I bring here?

[ No one really. There's been a handful of others, but nothing beyond words, looks. He hasn't touched despite the urge to do so. ]

There is no other, and you're the only one to have it. [ Just like him. ]