Nightmare. No. He looks around the house, recognizing it, how he'd called it home for a while but it never really felt like it fit because Dean's too bent out of shape to fit in this kind of life. Maybe he was built for it at one point, but he's too messed up now to belong here. He misses them though, Lisa and Ben...

Oh, shit. He's got it now.

"Not a nightmare. This is where I spent my summer vacation a few years ago." Sam is playing with the sparkler, and Dean recognizes that now for what it is too, plucked out of that time he went to Heaven. He nods.

"And that's Sammy when he was a kid. He's here instead..." He trails off and then tries to pretend he didn't say anything, turning back to Charlie.

"Well, obviously this dream is a little off."