Minutes before the hallway Dean was standing in had been his favorite strip joint in Tallahassee, and vestiges of it still clung to the present location, with a bra tossed over a sconce here, a pair of glittery high heels tossed against a wall there. Dreams were weird like that, and even weirder on the weird crap scale was the giant hole that seemingly appeared out of nowhere as he made his way down the seemingly neverending space, and a pair of very familiar hands peeked over the edge of that hole, and for a moment, Dean just stood there, head tilting slightly to one side.

Yeah, he liked the strip club dream better. "Cas? That you?" He thought he and Cas had had a talk about popping up in his dreams like this. "Dude, we've talked about this personal space thing. This? Is me time. Not me and Cas time."

He made his way to the edge of the hole and knelt down, peering past Cas into the abyss that was yawning beneath him. "You better have a damn good reason for this, dude." But at least he reached down and gripped Cas's wrists and leaned back, to try to pull Cas out of the crack. Literally.