"Cas, I had nightmares about you. I was dreaming about you dying, getting dragged into hell--there was nothing I wanted as bad as knowing you were okay. I wanted to look for you, but I didn't know where to start or...or if there was any point." Dean takes the bottle and--screw it--finishes it off.

"I was pissed. I'm still pissed. But I'd rather be pissed off at somebody that's here"