[ No, see? Blake thought it couldn't possibly get worse, thought that after everything that's happened — from human chess matches to future echoes — that eventually it has to all bottom out, right? But it never has.

Moments like this are a good reminder of that. It's proof that there's still somewhere to go, and that Blake has a choice as to whether it's up or down. ]

It's... [ A pause. ] It's hard to know how to be real when you're not so sure what's real.

[ She nods slowly, mouth working against itself as she returns her gaze to his. ]

I'm sorry, Dean.

Really owe you an apology, n-not just 'cause of— [ She gestures around them. ] —all this, but 'cause of all of us. And... for the things I didn't do, or say. Especially for the things I did do and say. Today, specifically.

[ She gives him a very pointed look, not at all lacking in remorse. ]

I know it's not fair to— to— do this, I know that. Meant what I said when I told you his mantle's not yours... even if I suck at provin' that in practice.

You just need to know, it's hard. And you will know, hopefully not soon, but you'll know. Sooner than you oughta.

[ And thus, the distinction of receiving one of Blake's uncommon tirades goes to Dean Winchester once again. ]