Dean pulled his head back a little to look down at her. "You went to Heaven?" he asked, curiosity and surprise coloring his tone. "I'd say, 'Wow, what a coincidence', but I've stopped believing in those." He sighed, resting his head on top of hers. "I went too. It really wasn't all it's cracked up to be, let me tell ya."
"I've never heard of Selaphiel, but I'm gonna assume he's a fairly high-ranking angel?" Dean asked, putting pieces together in his mind, though the picture was still a little fuzzy.
He was quiet for a long moment, then said, "When I came back from Hell, I remembered every second. Every bit of the 40 years I was there. When I came back from Heaven...not so much. Everything was kind of blurry and vague. Maybe it's better that way, I don't know."
"I've been here a couple months. And yeah, I'm OK, taking a hunt every now and again when I hear about it. Not a lot else to do in this town, unfortunately." He put his hands on her shoulders and stepped back to look her in the face. "Are you OK? Not that you'd have to tell me if you were, I mean, but you are, right?"