Think he asked one of the gods to keep 'em alive for awhile longer. That or he just got lucky. [ Dean offers up a lazy grin before he leans back a bit in his chair and feels the world swim precariously, that edgy discomforting perfect kind of thing that means that nothing has to matter.

At least not for awhile. ]

Not that Cas ever gets lucky.

[ .... he's so funny. ]