Dean scoffed to himself as he paced around the enclosed room, glaring to you on occasion.

Dean: So, out of all the damn Angels and Demons, Chuck revived you?

He shook his head, glancing over to Sam who had no clue. Meanwhile, Castiel unfolded his arms, and bent down to your currently-tied-to-a-chair level.

Castiel: Who are you?

Dean decides to cut Castiel off with his calm questioning.

Dean: No, more like what are you?