"No, no, no, no, no. That wasn't what I was doing," Dean said with a sigh, before turning to Castiel. "Tell him that wasn't what I was doing. I was just tryin' to protect the kid. He coulda used it right then."

"Dean, you're not helping," Tessa growled.

"You know what? Better yet, can I tell him?" Dean paused looking at the two of them. "C'mon, I'm right here. Let me just talk to him."

"Dean. Shut it."

Dean looked over at Castiel, and he gave a subtle shake of his head, and he flopped back against the pew with a sigh. "You all suck."

Castiel rolled his eyes a bit before turning back to Sam. "Dean was -- bending the rules. Your son was injured enough that it qualified as being close to death, and Dean used that opportunity to -- appear to him. He saw it as keeping him safe."