Letahl, but sufficiently patched. No, uh. Not lethal anymore, I'd assume. They're... I'm fine.

[ Cas glances down and tugs at on of the slashes in his shirt. Fixable. Just like his vessel is, apparently.

And then, slowly, he lowers his hand ad looks back at Dean. The fake humour has faded from his face as something... something seems to have slotted into place regarding his own state, this strange realm, Dean's presence. ]

Did... Dean, did you die?

[ And there's a strained edge to his voice, there, because that's... not... it's always been a possibility, a strong one given Dean's plans regarding the Colt, but...

Knowing he's died and come here is one thing. The thought that Dean died and has been pulled here, denied the rest he deserves after everything he's gone through.

That rankles Cas. ]