[ The stillness is a little disconcerting, but then Cas speaks and it's probably something close to what Dean figured was going to fall out of this mouth. He doesn't think that Cas doesn't think before he speaks. At this point? He knows better with the number of times those words are shaped to needle at him. Not talking about it? Yeah, he doesn't know what to say either other than to frown slightly and finally pushes himself up off the bed. ]

I don't know what to say to you. I know you think I'm gonna say something I woulda said back in our world.

[ He pauses, raising his eyebrows as if he's half-surprised about this too. ]

But I'm not. I have no idea where to begin explaining to you what the past three months has been like.