Cas looks really happy, and that more than anything makes Dean smile, half-keeping it to himself as he trails after him. That smile flickers when Cas reaches for him but gives up. What kind of dance are they doing these days? He keeps asking himself that but never really wants to answer it. This should be enough.

"Not much detail to it. Lake, fishing. You, looking freaked." There, that's something that Dean can squeeze Cas's shoulder for as he walks to the end of the dock. The tackle box is there, and so are two fishing poles, but he stands there first, enjoying the breeze and the quiet, the sense of security and peace that makes up the origin for this dream. It makes sense that this is the one Cas crashed back then.

"Had to remember so we could find you."