Jimmy nods absently, leaning into Dean's hand. "Sorry... Sorry... I'm not... not well." He shivers as he walks, going quietly into the car and sitting where Dean seats him. If Dean's making notes, a shower and a trip to the laundromat probably wouldn't be out of place in Jimmy's future, either. Because while the suit and coat look a lot more lived in without Angelic Dry Cleaning; it's the same suit, the same coat.

"Sorry... I'm.... not... You... You don't know where... " There's a glance around, like he's double-checking to make sure Castiel's not nearby. "... the angel is... Do you?"

Because if Dean doesn't know where Castiel is, then nobody knows. And that's wonderful.