Dean had never thought a mental asylum could get quite this crazy. He was beginning to question his own sanity. Apparently, irony had no bounds.
"Cas?" he called, his voice hoarse with a mixture of disbelief and something that was almost certainly not fear.
"Yes, Dean?" Castiel was right next to him, as he'd always been. Dean took comfort in the sound of his friend's voice, taking the other man's hand in his own.
"This is the end, isn't it? We're gonna die."
He felt rather than heard Castiel's sigh. His breath tickled the hairs on his cheek.
"If only it were that easy."