The smoke stung Dean's nose and his nostrils flared.
It's good to see you, Dean.
"That's really fucking creepy," he said, more to himself than to Cas.
He focused again on the smoke. It seemed odd to him that someone who'd been an immortal being with a connection to a higher power was gonna screw up his now-mortal body with cigarettes.
But, whatever. Dean really liked bacon.
Dean woke up in a room alone, and it had a porthole. Dean didn't like airplanes, but boats were okay. ONLY okay. They weren't great. Then he'd realized, slowly, that this was a spaceship, not a ship ship.
And he got very, very upset.
His things were here, which was nice. His clothes were back. And he'd armed himself before he left his room. So there was that. He was on lap two of the place before he found Cas.
"I don't suppose Scotty's anywhere around?"
Because being beamed out of here, even in a red shirt... might not be bad.