Dean's laid bare; he doesn't have a lot of pride or dignity left in him anymore, otherwise he wouldn't have been ready to join up with Alistair at all. He sucks in a breath and lifts his head, not letting go of Cas because he doesn't want to and because he doesn't trust his legs still. He looks around the room too, and then looks into Cas's eyes.

"Out the way you came, and then up." He curls his fingers tighter in his coat. "You got wings. Use 'em. Take us home, Cas."