[ There was never any doubt in Castiel's mind that this man was a friend of Dean's. Even if he weren't especially empathetic here in Trench, Castiel can read minds. He can hear heartbeats. Less spectacularly, he can see tears. The way Bolin collapses and whines like an injured dog is at once familiar and removed. Cas was never so restrained in his grief, before. He's too restrained now, like an insect pinned under glass. In a way, it's cathartic to see Bolin react so honestly.

A bit belatedly, Castiel steps forward, still hunched, and drops a consoling hand on Bolin's shoulder, not entirely sure whether the contact will be welcomed. ]

It's alright.

[ His voice begins quiet and a bit shaky until he thinks to strengthen it. ]

The gods of this place have a very literal take on reincarnation. Dean will be with us again before we know it.

[ It's not a complete lie. It may even be the truth, Castiel tells himself, willing every speck of matter in him to believe it. Dean will be back. It's alright. ]