Dean was at a loss. Cas had stuck his hand into your head and took out the walls Death had put up to stop you from remembering Hell. You weren't responsive. To anything. The best that he, Sam, and Bobby could do was put you down on the couch and pray that you'd wake up. And it was driving Dean insane. He barely moved for days, just sitting with your head in his lap, talking to you softly as if you were really there. He didn't want to think you weren't.

"D'you remember this episode?"

Dean scoffs lightly under his breath, his fingers gently braiding and un-braiding your long hair.

"You hated this one so much."

He whispers, his eyes leaving the TV to look down at your closed eyes. Dean swallows hard, closing his eyes too for a moment to keep himself together. The last thing he needed was a breakdown. Crying wouldn't bring you back to him.

"Please just…I want you here with me."

Dean whispers, his green eyes starting to gloss over with tears.