"I'm sorry to hear that," "Robin says, voice a little melancholy and a little breezy, but mostly caring. "And I'm mostly sorry that there isn't any way that either of you can get out of that sort of fate. It's terrible to look in on. From where someone like me is standing. It's terrible to look in on, the whole business with Heaven, and Hell. If I could send both of you to where I belong when I go, I would. There isn't any Hell for paien kind. Some of us have one Heaven, or two, or a thousand. But none of us have a Hell."

He leans across the distance and, unusually, plants a chaste kiss against the side of Castiel's rough cheek.