Just like that, the pain's gone, and Dean can stand on his own two feet without risk of toppling over. He guesses that means he's supposed to let go now, which he does, though he doesn't really want to. He stays close; he still feels rattled, after all. Cas can heal him, but he can't heal everything that Hell damaged in him.
Cas says that, and Dean freezes, eyes narrowing as all the pieces connect. He wasn't in Hell for real. This is a dream. That helps, but it doesn't take away the fact that the panic and fear and relief he's been feeling has all been real.
"I dream about that too," he says before he looks away. The gas station is just like how it was; everything feels real, still, the detail so vivid, and Dean breathes in slowly, trying to exhale away how shaken he is still.
"You know this was the good version." He lets that sit there before he looks back, a little hesitant. "I was giving myself up, but you saved me from that."
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Cas says that, and Dean freezes, eyes narrowing as all the pieces connect. He wasn't in Hell for real. This is a dream. That helps, but it doesn't take away the fact that the panic and fear and relief he's been feeling has all been real.
"I dream about that too," he says before he looks away. The gas station is just like how it was; everything feels real, still, the detail so vivid, and Dean breathes in slowly, trying to exhale away how shaken he is still.
"You know this was the good version." He lets that sit there before he looks back, a little hesitant. "I was giving myself up, but you saved me from that."