Dean promptly takes a handful of Excedrin and downs them with a full third of the bottle of Jack. Believe it or not, he's doing better with the drinking than he was. He practically falls into the bed, curling onto his left side and not even bothering to take off his boots. It's just too much effort and requires energy he doesn't have to expend. Who would have thought that riding in a car with cracked ribs and a bone-bruise would end up wearing him out so much?

He spends his time waiting for alcohol and painkillers to work their magic quietly. This is definitely the worst he's felt in a while and yes, he's missing Cas' angelic healing powers something awful.

"Come on, Cas, sleep. No remembering the stars tonight."