For the majority of the car ride, Castiel is quiet in the backseat with his old trenchcoat in his hands, examining the stains of blood and Leviathan ooze around its collar. He barely remembers the reservoir, but now that he thinks back he doesn't actually remember his moment of death. He doesn't remember his wings burning bright and hot on his back. He'd just...assumed.

When Dean rents a room with two beds it doesn't even faze him. Without blinking, Castiel requests extra bedding and accepts the blankets from over the counter. He'll make a pallet for himself on the floor.