"Apparently not," the fully dressed angel said from the bed he was laying on, cat settled against the back of his knees. He was reading from a plain-covered book and looked a little less tired than he did the last time Dean saw him.
"I hear decent is overrated. Come in," he said. "You're twin is out. You can sit on his bed if you want." He couldn't deny he was happier to see this Dean than the one he shared with.