[.. Um. Okay. Absolutely none of this is making sense, but for the moment he's willing to go along with it. Dean looked so happy to see him - it wasn't a look that he faked, not with Sam.]

Wait. What? A year and a half? How.. the archangels are dead, who in the hell could have thrown you into some kind of time loop without me knowing?

[Still, he lets himself get dragged along, trying to take in his surroundings as they go. Considering they'd tortured the angel occupying him before he kicked it free - yeah. He could use a drink.]

What the hell is this place, man?