Meg probably starts getting a bit frayed around the edges. Sam actually wins a game of chess!

And Dean's all like, come on, just let him take a look at you!

Meg meets Castiel's eyes from across the room and Castiel...well, he's never quite mastered the art of smiling. "No thanks," says Meg.

Dean shrugs and goes back to scrubbing the weird red stains out of his clothes. "Did I used to be a painter, or something?" he asks.