[ It's a saving grace for Dean - pun intended - that Cas doesn't know what the deal is with the liger. He assumes it to be... well, not quite natural, no. Because this is strange, and he doesn't need to be fully powered up angel to realize that. The fact that it's nuzzling against him is...

Well.

Disconcerting is one word for it, and Cas flips through a few synonyms that don't feel right.

Strangely comforting, perhaps. ]

Not dead. Well. I, uh. I was. I died, as per the design, and then, uh...

[ Cas gestures at their surroundings. Pauses. Drops his hand and turns his head slightly to keep the liger in his peripheral. He's still not entirely convinced he's not food being toyed with. ]

Don't worry. I understand your... apparent raging disappointment and need to, uh... course correct, as it were.