A year for him, forty for Dean, it didn't seem to matter. They weren't talking to each other as much as they were talking at each other. But he'd found his calling, what he needed to do.
Dean would understand, before the end. He was doing this for him, doing this because of what Lilith had done to him.
"Yeah," A quick detour to the rattly old refrigerator in the corner and Sam retrieved a pair of bottles. They could do that. Pretend that things weren't strained between them.
"You, ah, you talk to Cas lately?" The angel was another story. Dean thought the sun rose and set on that guy but the way Cas looked at him.. like he was beneath him. Sam tried, he really did. But he could never seem to make much headway.
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Dean would understand, before the end. He was doing this for him, doing this because of what Lilith had done to him.
"Yeah," A quick detour to the rattly old refrigerator in the corner and Sam retrieved a pair of bottles. They could do that. Pretend that things weren't strained between them.
"You, ah, you talk to Cas lately?" The angel was another story. Dean thought the sun rose and set on that guy but the way Cas looked at him.. like he was beneath him. Sam tried, he really did. But he could never seem to make much headway.