Dean glares at his own knotted laces. "You said you lost your wings, Cas. I kinda guessed the rest."

It's something he'd rather not think about. He's starting to realize how much he preferred the invulnerable Cas. The idea of a Cas who could take a hit the wrong way and never get up again isn't an idea Dean likes. It's one he'll do his damn best to keep from happening.

"You just stay out of trouble, you got that?"