The expression on the angel’s face is soft and gently thoughtful. As emotions settle down into a comfortable quiet, he truly does appreciate this as a space made their own. Everything feels a little lighter. Everything feels a little fuzzier. He doesn’t remember any time he really felt like this.

He thinks about the question, looking in the middle distance for a moment, a hand resting on Crowley’s back and his thumb gently brushing against the skin.

“Well, I haven’t actually...slept in a rather long time.” Always found something to do. Some other way to spend his time. “So I can’t remember the last time I’ve dreamt. But I assume it’s...possible.”