[ When Dean reaches out and touches his face to examine him, Castiel doesn't flinch, but he holds his breath as he watches Dean look at him with... possibly the most concern anyone has ever looked at him. This is definitely a dream, Castiel decides. Not death, not Heaven, but unconsciousness of some kind, surely. There is no reality in which Dean should treat him with such kindness, not just as a stranger, but as person who attacked and restrained him.
He watches Dean, staring with dizzy, unfocused reverence as Dean moves about the car, propping Castiel's feet, then freezing as he stares out the window. Dean readies a gun and Castiel frowns. He hasn't heard or seen the other vehicle arrive and has no idea what Dean's referring to. He strains to sit up and the view through window swims. Castiel squints through the fog, but all he can make out is a black passenger vehicle of some kind, possibly the blurry shape of someone exiting from the driver's side, but it's all dripping together like watercolors. Castiel gives up trying to see. He lets his head tilt back against the window instead and closes his eyes. ]
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He watches Dean, staring with dizzy, unfocused reverence as Dean moves about the car, propping Castiel's feet, then freezing as he stares out the window. Dean readies a gun and Castiel frowns. He hasn't heard or seen the other vehicle arrive and has no idea what Dean's referring to. He strains to sit up and the view through window swims. Castiel squints through the fog, but all he can make out is a black passenger vehicle of some kind, possibly the blurry shape of someone exiting from the driver's side, but it's all dripping together like watercolors. Castiel gives up trying to see. He lets his head tilt back against the window instead and closes his eyes. ]
I can't be sure. What do they look like?