Castiel was staring again. Not that having the angel stare at him was anything new. It just felt different this time. Knowing that both Castiel and Dean came from further along his timeline made him wonder what happened to them, to him? he'd gotten the bare bones of an explanation from his brother when he'd arrived. But the mood Dean was in warned Sam against trying to get any more out of him.
Cas had died. That much he could work out for himself. But there was something else. Something more than the world collapsing around them again, like it seemed to every year since Dean had stepped into his apartment over a decade ago. They'd beaten the threat of the Darkness, but at what cost? Castiel was himself, so did that mean Lucifer was roaming free on Earth?
Now here Cas was telling him he looked good, after he'd been run through almost by a Reaper Banshee, and blown up a whole ship with one shot from the Colt. He was worn out, and pain was beginning to niggle at him again. Sam was certain he didn't look all that good, so just how bad had things become at home?