"Slipping," says Dean, and wouldn't have thought he had room for anything colder to settle in his chest, but when he opens the door wider for Ishiah to come in, his face is grim. Time had been unreliable when he was possessed, more and more moments stolen from him until Dean was all but gone, peeking out at the world around him in only the barest glimpses. Stretched and hollowed in every possible way, he hadn't had much time to hope for salvation, but it angered him now, how much sooner he might have been saved, how many lives might have been saved, if Robin and Ishiah had known.

"Sometimes it feels like this place has it out for me personally," he says, taking the flower to the window, high where Annie can't reach. She's out now with Castiel, but her presence is all over the apartment, hairs and toys and little beds. Dean hasn't had time or energy to put up all his wards yet, and one arm trapped in a cast wouldn't have allowed for much, but Cas has burned devil's traps into very nearly every surface, and he feels safe enough inside his own walls.

"Maybe it's for the best," he says. "Everybody I did know that I came near only got hurt."