[No, he thinks he's pretty sure he's nailed the only explanation ever, Noa.]

In any other life, perhaps. And yet we all arrive here, with no understanding how, and with a creature already matched to our sides.

We are dead. They match us as mirror images.

[Dean just settles in Dimitri's lap, with the tired expression of a pig who has heard a lot of this all before.]

What do you know of that particular breed of creature that accompanies you?