Much later, Dean -- who'd been roused from his medically induced coma and relieved of his neck brace at some point -- awakens in his hospital bed and opens his bruised eyes to find Castiel sitting at his side. Because the angels have always been watching over him. Oh, show. Must you turn me into a sap? "[Sniff!] I'm getting a little emotional myself!" "You all right?" Castiel asks. "No thanks to you," Dean manages to croak, still with the snappy comebacks even in this, his hour of unimaginably deep despair and immense physical pain. Castiel absorbs this, then counters with, "You need to be more careful." "You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap," Dean lobs back, and it reads like the typical light-hearted back-and-forth this show's known for, but it's really, really not. Had Dean the strength, he'd be mangling Castiel's easily beaten ass right about now, and not in the good way, either. "That's not what I mean," Castiel states before conveying the news of Uriel's most timely demise. "Demons?" Dean guesses. "Disobedience," Castiel corrects. "He was working against us." Dean lets that piece of depressing news sink in before changing the subject and asking, "Is it true? Did I break the first seal? Did I start all this?" "Yes," Castiel replies, simply and evenly, with no trace of...well, anything in his voice, really -- disgust, sympathy, resentment, pity, none of it. "When we discovered Lilith's plan for you," Castiel goes on to explain, "we laid siege to Hell, and we fought our way to get to you, but we were too late." "Why didn't you just leave me there, then?" Dean wonders, briefly lashing his self-loathing out in Castiel's direction. "It's not..." Castiel begins, searching for the right word "...blame that falls on you, Dean." "It's Fate," Castiel continues. "The righteous man who begins it," Castiel elaborates, "is the only one who can finish it." "You have to stop it," Castiel concludes, turning his head to face Dean for the first time in this entire conversation. Dean whispers, "Lucifer? The Apocalypse? What does that mean?" At Castiel's silence, Dean shouts as best he can, "Don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch! What does that mean?" "I don't know," Castiel admits. "They don't tell me much, but I know our fate rests with you." "Then you guys are screwed!" Dean rasps, wrecked. "I can't do it, Cas!" he pleads. "It's too big!" "[Titter!]" Raoul, knock it off! Can't you see this is A Touching Scene? "Well, I am sorry, I'm sure! But one with sensibilities as delicate as mine can't be confronted with a line like that and not giggle at the sordid implications!" Oh, how I do hate when you're right sometimes, my scaly friend. "Hee!"