"Approximately twenty-five years I am told." He looks down, shamefully. The last time he saw Dean he was beating him to death with his hands, ready to plunge his sword through him. And then he'd left, without a word, and hadn't seen him again until moments before Dean died and he had been helpless. Things were such a mess after that but really it was too long, much too long for this to be the first conversation they've had in a century.

"I've missed you." It's said with a note of regret. He has no misconceptions that everything that has ever gone wrong between them can be traced back to that day when he had left Dean to rake his yard and followed Crowley into hell. This is still all his fault and he doubts he will ever be able to make things up.