It's at this that Otis finally seems to catch on, and withdraws his hand. Holds both hands up palms outwards, even, as if he can see something in Sam's eyes that rather gives him pause.

"My bad, didn't not know blue eyes was spoken for, kid."

And Castiel doesn't even nod at him, just glides off his stool to stand next to Sam, eyes down but lips tugged into a small smile. "As you wish, Sam."