"Cas can always find me." Dean murmurs so softly the sound of the shower almost drowns it out. He knows they aren't safe, he can feel it in his bones. As much as Lucifer wants the Darkness gone, he would also love to put Sam and Dean down. No more Winchesters, no more pesky problems. No more stubborn determination to prevent what he had planned.

When Sam's hand landed on his shoulder Dean flinched. He jerked back before stilling and trying to relax. Sam wouldn't hurt him. Sam was alright. Sam can help. He took a deep breath and then turned slightly to reach for a wash cloth. He was done talking...now was the time to wash the evidence of what transpired away from his skin. If only it were as easy to wash it from his soul and memory.