That doesn't sound too promising. Sam's not exactly here to stay, not if he can help it, but if Dean's been here almost two months it can't be easy to get out.

For once, couldn't it have been simple? Sam should know better by now.

"Ah, last thing I remember is something about the angels." He hand goes up to rub at his face, trying to clear his fogged brain. "They fell? That's what it sounded like, but I can't remember much."

Except the church. His confessions. Going through the process of curing Crowley. If that hadn't been unsettling enough, Dean's sudden appearance and pleas for him to stop had him reeling. He's had some time to calm down and take a breather, but he's still feeling pretty raw from it.

"Is what what you remember? What happened, man?"