She supposed that was as good a term as any; she wouldn't know what to call these things. There were friends, sure, and then there were the people who got it, and maybe they were friends, too, but there was the other stuff, first. The knowledge that when everything finally went south, however it was they went south, they'd be the ones not going down in the first wave.

"Of course he does, I'm awesome," she said, chomping down on the pie and then grinning at Castiel. "He thinks you're alright, too, clearly. So I figure you're probably pretty alright."