He's not gonna ask how this thing knows Dean because if it knows him then it can already see into his head.

"Angels aren't real," he says, but there's nothing behind it. The words fall from his lips all broken and tangled in doubt, and there's a searing wetness in his eyes that he blinks away angrily. Angels aren't real because they can't be. They can't. "And if they were they wouldn't be watching over us."