Dean and Castiel are worried about you. You're a baby made from magic which isn't a problem with them but they're worried because you still won't walk and you barely crawl.

"Come on, like me." Dean said as he stood from his sitting position as Castiel watched with a camera in hand, in case you were to walk. Castiel cheered for you.

"Yeah, you got this. We believe in you." Castiel watched, hopeful.