Dean just sits there a moment when Buffy's done, taking that all in. He casts his brother a glance at that shrug. He rolls one shoulder in reply.

"I get it," he says. He lets out a mirthless chuckle. "It's a damn crazy story but the world we live in--it works. I believe you, Buffy. And I'd say what we need to do is get back there and get your scythe back but... you two don't even know how you got there or back. So I'm not sure that's something we can do right away."