"Thank you, Bobby," Cas said, smiling hazily at the old hunter. Who was almost to the door by the time the implications of his statement penetrated the angel's befuddled mind. "Wait...what?" But Bobby had already gone.

He shrugged, slammed yet another shot and kept on smiling, somewhat aimlessly. If any of them were in any condition to notice (which they weren't,) he was oddly further along in sloshedness than previous experience suggested he should be at this point. If anything, he might just be drunker than his human friends, though whether that was a function of downing about three times as much as any of them had or of the unfamiliar Hogwartsian whiskey (or both) was difficult to say.

"She is a good lady," he slurred, slouching comfortably in his chair and spinning an empty shotglass idly on the table. "I am very...very fortunate to have such a lady. And blessed in the friends that I have found."

The smile faded slowly as his thoughts meandered back over the incredible series of events that had brought them to this point. "I never would have guessed, with everything that happened, that one day we would all find ourselves in such a place as this," he said distantly.