[And here he called Balthazar a smug little dick before. Takes one to know one, maybe. The wry, irritated quirk of the angel's lips is visible even through the interference.]

Of course! We've had a few laughs. Wouldn't want you to go missing.

[He squints exaggeratedly, then shakes his head apologetically.] Oh, it's you, Dean. I'm sorry, I thought it was the other fellow with your face. I like him better; you're on your own.