Castiel presses his lips together before gesturing to a corner of the living room, the one with the stained floor and cracked plaster.

"I remember everything with such precise clarity and I'm not certain the memory will ever fade," he says, turning wide eyes back on Dean.

"This felt like the only place I could find peace every day. And now I just...there is no peace without you, of course. It's just a thought. But not if you prefer to remain here."