"Hence coming in fully dressed for the era," says Dean. "The last time I got trapped, I didn't get out until the place got what it wanted from me." He shares a dark look with Castiel. "And what it wanted wasn't nice. We need to be prepared for a hard road ahead. So."

Crossing over to the bed, Dean sits at the edge, grimacing as half his body pops and groans. "Derek, Stiles, and I, we walked through a door and ended up here. Cas, you were leaving for work. That's a lot more clean cut than last time, when the world changed everytime the ash rained down - that's almost like we walked right into it, whether we meant to or not."