"What have you seen? When you was down there." Dean tightened and ran away from the hands that were gently posed on his shoulders. The smile that was shining on his face, suddenly disappeared. He relaxed when a pair of arms hugged him tight. “It’s okay” a voice murmured. “You’re fine. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” “And you?” he asked “What have you seen from the sky above?” “You.”