"Yes, I did," he responds, and settles back into a comfortable position. "I had a lovely dream we were driving up the coast of California. And you had gotten me a tee-shirt," he says, with the emphasis placed soundly on the shirt instead of the tee.

"But then you drove so fast that we started flying, and I looked around me and there America was, shrinking in the distance. A very scary thing, to be so high up in a metal machine." Not so much when it's just them and their wings though.

"Did you dream?" he asks then, curiously, now just absentmindedly playing with Crowley's hair.