Stay in one place, Dean's brain dredges up, and he complies, curling both arms around himself to quell a bout of shivers. He's been cold all day, but it's nothing compared with how he feels now, teeth nearly rattling out of his head as he slumps, sliding down the brick at his back.

He needs a moment to get himself together. He just needs a damn moment, but he's so tired. He'd really like to go home, but he shouldn't. Not without Cas. "Cas," Dean murmurs again. "Fucking tired. Let's go home."