[Blake barely resists the urge to suggest Castiel repeat himself a few times with the aid of a wiffle ball bat to Dean's head, but he refrains and only nods, waving the angel along as he heads for the mansion.

He doesn't quite know how to explain the scene on repeat in his room. For that matter, he's not all that certain he wants to share it at all, because it's disturbing and uncouth and wrong, and he can't quite guess the benefit of sharing. Except... Dean will eventually tell Castiel, anyway, and then there's that ghost in the library that says just as much (if not more), and—

Oh, fuck it.]

There's... somethin' else. [Hngh.] Somethin' with future me and future Crowley an' future you-don't-wanna-know-but-can-maybe-guess. So, there's that.

[Moving on. Pointedly moving on.]

Definitely don't mind sharin' my notes, though. Got the time right now.