[ Though Dean's close to home than Cas, lamp travel is a blessed convenience, and Cas is there at the greenhouse before Dean has completely worn a track into the dirt floor with his pacing. Cas smiles, reflexively, to see him, and then remembering the less than pleasant reason for this tryst, grows somber, sighing as he pulls the tarp down behind him, closing them in. Turning to Dean, Cas rests his hands on his hips and frowns, then begins speaking quietly. Better not to beat around the bush. Of all the things Dean's sensitive about, Sam is always issue #1. ]

Dean... Sam, uh... When we were toking, told me something about, uh... About going home. Between leaving Deerington and arriving in the ocean here, he woke up where he'd dragged Lucifer into the pit. After Hell.