That part about not letting go for a week? Well, he's certainly feeling it now, as they're locked in a desperate embrace as if one of them was at risk of simply floating off and never returning.

Considering where they found themselves, and how they still don't know how they got there in the first place, perhaps that idea feels a little too real for comfort.

He closes his eyes tight, as if that will keep them from stinging. They can get through this. They did get through it. They're back, and they have each other, and that's all they ever need. Could need. Will ever need.

His hands grip the back of Crowley's pajamas. The words come out like he's afraid he might not have another chance to say them - and he could now say he knows that feeling quite personally.

"I love you, so, so very much, my dear."