The corners of his lips lifted when he heard Dean answer him, and he stood still in place trying to decipher which way the sound of the voice had come from, but he didn't have to move at all. It wasn't until Dean appeared that he looked a little more confused. Over the years he had seen Dean with a few different looks, but this one,the one with a beard, that one was new, but - not new. That was the dream Dean, the one that starred in a few different dream memories he'd had. But - he still felt like he hadn't seen his brother in ages and the relief and happiness and everything good flooded through him and without giving it any thought he stepped forward and poked Dean in the chest to assure himself that he was real.
"I feel," he swallowed hard and released a breath before he pulled Dean into a tight hug. "I feel - relieved. Confused. And weird. Like, I was dreaming. A dream that you were in. It's fuzzy but - where are we?"