The visions of his own death, the empty taking him to fulfill his debt are a constant and frequent display that haunts his mind, especially in moments of quiet.

His horizon is the only thing that brings him comfort, and though he shares it with Dean and Jo, it remains much the same. Exactly as his memory recalls, the bunker and its many rooms including his own remain in perfect contrast to his own recollection.

The walls all still have sigils and wards etched into them, some visible to the naked eye should one have the proclivities and others invisible and impossible to define.

In the midst of his own long-suffering, and his tendency to hide away as he deals with the blight he finds himself flying into other horizons by no choice of his own. If such a circumstance arises, he does what he can to exit without being noticed, but not familiar with his location and even less with the personal sanctum of people he has no knowledge of, he's bound to leave an impression, step over the wrong threshold, or knock over the wrong thing by accident.