Dean lowers his gun slowly. It's not a voice he's heard in a while, and to hear it at all is a surprise, just as much of this experience has been a surprise. Dean's well versed in expecting the worst, in anticipating every awful thing a demon could do to and through him. It's the good that's come as a shock, so many people willing to do so much to save him, still standing with him when his heart gave out and ready to receive him when Castiel dragged him back. Visiting his hospital room. Visiting his home.

Dean doesn't doubt for a moment that it's Ishiah. Supernatural senses or not, there's just a fussiness that comes with all the angels Dean likes best, and he's already heard it in spades.

He walks to the door, undoing the latches and opening it up, for a moment at a loss for what to say - being possessed is awful enough without the added humiliation of being an experienced hunter - but then he sees the flower. "That for me?" he asks, surprised into a small smile.