"Look, Cas, all I'm asking is that next time you need help, you tell me. And no more of this sorry, Dean, can't tell you what's goin' on in my head because it's classified Heaven business, okay?"

Dean wants to trust Castiel again, really wants to reach out and drag him back into the little circle of Dean-Sammy-Bobby-Cas-family he belongs to. It's just going to take him some time to really believe the words that fall out of Castiel's mouth.

"Your, uh, your coat's in the back. If you want it." The damn trench coat Dean's been carrying around for months because he couldn't make himself give up or throw out the only piece of Cas still on this earth.