"You should sit down, Cas...we need to talk." Dean forced himself to say. He knows they can't have the conversation like this...with Cas standing above him. No, they need to be equals but Dean knows he can't do this standing up. He's pretty sure he would fall over if he tried to walk right now.

"It's been a while...huh?" Dean asked, stalling to let his nerves settle a bit more. "You look better." Better than he head when Lucifer left him at any rate. It hurt, seeing him before him looking like a kicked puppy. Dean felt a surge of justifiable anger...because Cas was the reason he was hurt and yet here he was looking as though he was the victim.

Then anger left almost as soon as it flared leaving him feeling a little hollow and cold. He took another sip of his coffee letting it warm him up from the inside out.