"Avoidance is a wonderful therapy."
Given the circumstances, Dean thinks he's coping just fine, so Sam can stop giving him those squinty-eyed looks of concern any day now. Like he's some sort of ticking, emotional time bomb or whatever.
Yeah, okay, Cas knew. The bastard knew, denied having any useful information, and hasn't made an appearance since That Night, but so what?
The avoidance is working out great, thank you very much.
That is, until Gabriel pops in late one evening and blows it all to hell with a well-placed, "Has the eye-fucking progressed to actual fucking yet?"
Sometimes, Dean kind of hates his life.