"It's time to go back inside, don't you think?" Dean suggests. Today is a good day, at least it seems that way. You talk more, and you dont seem as confused. "It's getting late." Yet, he doesn't want to get his hopes up. Not when he wouldn't be able to handle the dissapointment. ´ Dean looks up at the clouds forming in the sky, and he knows he needs to get you inside fast. Being outside for a while confuses you by itself, rain would only regress you back into a nonsense-talking catatonic state. But he can't tell you that, so he settles for a lie. "How about we leave before it gets dark?" ´ He remembers the day you became like this as if it was yesterday. You we're just an aspiring hunter, he took you under his wing, though he admits reluctantly. He didn't mean to get you involved with all the angels, demons, any of it. It's why he didn't teach you about it, sometimes he thinks this is his fault. After an angel, a powerful one, lied his way into possesing you to 'protect' Dean, he left you a shall of your own mind. Hollow, catatonic, trapped. He damaged you beyond repair.