"No, it's close to a possible future." Dean didn't really want to get into it, so he moved on. "But, it's not that. It's really screwed. They know who we are, and they think we're some sort of special people. Not exactly my kind of fun, but it's where Sam is if he's not here. And those people need help, just don't know what we can do to help them. Not yet anyway."
It wasn't that he wanted to go back, but he couldn't imagine just leaving those people there without some sort of idea as to get themselves out of their fix. He didn't think Sam would want to leave them floundering either. If they had a Bobby...Then again, they had an angel who was just as lost as they were. He sighed, shaking his head.
"Sorry, I haven't been there...hell, I don't know how long I've been there. Days kind of bleed into each other." Dean gave her a slight smile. "And that's great. That he was able to help you out."