[Sam doesn't seem to hear him... Lost in his own little world, it seems. His shoulders are relaxed, and he just — looks off into the distance, gaze pinned to the sky beyond. For a concerning moment, it almost seems like he's slipped into one of his strange disassociation moments that he juggles at least a few times a day-

But then he says, in that stupidly soft way Sam Winchester sometimes speaks:]

... It's been months since I woke up here, but it still doesn't even feel real.

Being able to see the sky like this again.

It's pretty amazing.

[Beautiful, honestly. He can get so lost in it all. The painted reds or star-punched blues... Makes you forget the deep, unyielding dark you get left in, sometimes.]