Hi. [ He'd thought about fixing them something to eat or drink, but this isn't really a happy, lunch-time kind of conversation anyway. He puts his hands together on the table, eyes down for a moment, before he looks up at her, really looking, trying to see into her. ]

How much do you want to know? Have I seen people die? Yeah. Have they come back sometimes? [ He hesitates, watching her, and then nods. ] Yeah. Was it ever easy? [ He shakes his head no. Well, unless you're Cas. ]