[ Dean holds still, not because he's afraid of breaking the fragile tension, that brief moment of trust, but rather because he's furrowing his brow and trying to remember back those many months before when hell was on earth and hope was a dream best left forgotten.

And then it clicked. ]

You're withdrawing, aren't you? [ he swore ] Look, I can't exactly help you, Cas, but I'll do what I can. And for starters, you can tell me exactly where you are. [ because after dealing with Sam, he knew this wasn't gonna be pretty. He's seen men die for less and there wasn't no iron clad room to shove Cas into until it cleared.

It was just Dean, the moon, and one heck of a lot of rock. That didn't exactly spell confidence. ]