Shouldn't there be reapers everywhere? It's just...quiet, here, with the wind and the noise of Cas' coat in the breeze, but it's nothing besides that. Dean doesn't know if he's comfortable or not because of it.

He gingerly gets up, easing himself out of the coffin without taking Castiel's hand, because no, he's dreamed this before. Waking up, and going home with everyone, easy-peasy, and having it all be normal. Death couldn't really sleep, he supposed, not technically, but the thoughts seemed vivid enough to be real. It wasn't the first time. Wouldn't be the last.

"What, that I was down there?" Dean shrugs his jacket off, and shakes it out with a cringe, quirking Cas a tired smile, humoring him. "Yeah, Cas, I know."