Sam was slack jawed and Dean just looked mad. He knew that look. He had seen it on multiple occasions. He was angry. He made no attempt to hide that anger either. Then again Sam knew the man was angry and Castiel had told Rose that Dean would probably be very upset. He had betrayed the man in the worst possible way. One of those ways who was very vertical and did not look that bad even though Castiel had busted the wall in his head. Curious.

He didn't have time to contemplate it long because Dean was moving and quickly. He didn't have time to brace for the hit and boy did that hurt. He wasn't prepared to be hit like that. Most of the times Dean had struck him he had been connected to Heaven. It didn't hurt. This was like someone swinging a bat into the side of his face. Maybe it was just the fact that he hadn't been hit properly in this condition ever.

"Dean." He muttered into his hand as he held his face. He wasn't going to argue because Dean had every right to argue. All he could do was straighten up and drop his hand to his side. His lip was bleeding and he really hoped Dean wasn't going to hit him again.

What did one say to someone after something like this? I'm sorry just didn't seem like it would cut it. He sighed heavily and nodded. "I know."