It wasn't weird enough for him to go on solo hunts, he'd been doing them since he was twenty-one and even if most of the time he and Sam stuck together, it didn't happen rarely enough to equate to the weird feeling he was getting.
It was the only explanation.
It was like everyone had finally started to hope that maybe they were wrong, maybe they could get Cas back, and now their hope was all gone, leaving them all tired.
He felt protected, sure, but it was also putting him on edge.
He had no memory of the ring.
He remembered searching for someone, refusing to leave until he'd found them.
It was just a dream… it still didn't feel that way.
He probably should have walked forwards to look for himself, but he felt unable to move, like his feet were stuck to the ground.