[Dean sleeps like the dead, black and silent and void of anything. He wakes with a start hours later. He doesn't know how long. He stirs and feels he's not alone. His arm aches. He can sense Cas. The Mark isn't a fan of heaven.
He blinks his eyes open and has a moment of panic where he's not sure if they're still black or not. When he's pretty sure they aren't, he turns to look at Cas where he's sat on the edge of the bed.]
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He blinks his eyes open and has a moment of panic where he's not sure if they're still black or not. When he's pretty sure they aren't, he turns to look at Cas where he's sat on the edge of the bed.]
You been here all night?