Cas isn't exactly wrong- Dean's room is one of the first places he heads. It all starts coming back to him, the memories of the things left behind in their timeline. The diner, the bar, the places they would laugh and be merry. The wallpaper in tact, the closets functional, it's all surreal and dreamlike as he stalks through the halls, waiting for something to happen. This can't be it, he can't be expected to believe that this is, what, the wrap-up to some years-long event and now things were just going to go back to how they were before it all started? No. No way in hell.

He needs information. He needs to know when he is, he needs to see some visual proof of things being... just... being.

So he heads up to his room. The door's the same as it always has been, deep rich wood and a smudged brass handle. There's a top-lock, too, which he doesn't have a key for. His lips twitch in annoyance. Just in case, just in case he's lucky, just in case this door is somehow unlocked, he turns the knob.

His luck is good for once, and it swings open. He grips his gun tightly, braced for something on the other side, some trick or trap or monster.

He was partially right- the room isn't empty, and he levels his gun at the other occupant.

And freezes.