Castiel nods, peering around the restaurant as they are led to a comfortable looking booth. This is much different than the diners. It seems vastly cleaner and there is an abundance of food set up in trough form all along one side of the room.

He's still twisting around to look as he sits, head finally swiveling back around to Dean.

"This is much nicer than the diners, Dean. I think you made a very good choice."