"Hang on," he says, but then he stalls on the followup. He's not sure how to explain. How to tell Dean about the beach and what Felix saw while he was sleeping? Or how the logical part of his brain knows he shouldn't pay it any heed, and how for once he's not really listening to it? How he doesn't know how to keep being a nonbeliever when he knows, actually knows for a fact that he got some kind of message?

He scratches at his brow, frowning, but then licks his lips and moves in a little closer, lowering his voice. "Before that, um... You told me there are... prophecies on this planet, right? People see things, visions, messages..."