It was, when I spread your ashes on it. And now, miraculously, it's alive again, so I brought it home to the greenhouse.

[ Things were easier a month or so ago, at least for a little while. Nothing gold can stay, but that doesn't mean they can't enjoy life while it lasts. They were better at that, in the end. But that Dean and this one are the same soul, and he was gone, and now he's here, like his flower. That's something Castiel won't ever take for granted.

He shoves Dean a little bit, gently, to sit more on the bed and pull Dean more into his embrace, all the better for methodic head petting. There's nowhere else he needs or wants to be, and Dean seems relatively sated, so why not get comfortable?

Cas hesitates to break the calmness, but better to get the conversation over with. Especially with their problem still in the basement, and Anakin still alive. ]

Tell me what happened? Sam said you went to confront Anakin Skywalker by yourselves.