"Yeah, I saw him. Talked to him." He turns his head, half a smile that he doesn't even know for sure is visible. "Showed him around. I'm still not totally sure what the fuck he was doing in there."

He turns and settled a hand on Neil's shoulder, pushing him back down onto the bed and following, settling close as he pulls the covers back up. He's still tired, yes.

He just wishes he thought he'd really sleep.

"If Sam found out, he'd... I don't even know what the fuck he'd do. And if Dean found out about Sam I really think he might kill me." He turns his face against the pillow and sighs. "I know you don't like when I talk about it. It's just... It felt closer. Tonight."