Dean. [ He wraps his hand firmly around the other man's wrist, but makes no effort to pull free. Go back where? (There's something out there. Isn't there? Every time he thinks about Yen, Ciri, he feels an impossible tug in his chest.)
He sighs. For a moment, he's silent. Then: ] I was with someone. John, he—remembered something from long ago. It wasn't like him.
[ And this isn't like Dean. Were it another, he'd have his questions. Not all of them have survived the centuries without their heads fucked with. But John has always been sure of who he is. So has Dean. ]
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Dean. [ He wraps his hand firmly around the other man's wrist, but makes no effort to pull free. Go back where? (There's something out there. Isn't there? Every time he thinks about Yen, Ciri, he feels an impossible tug in his chest.)
He sighs. For a moment, he's silent. Then: ] I was with someone. John, he—remembered something from long ago. It wasn't like him.
[ And this isn't like Dean. Were it another, he'd have his questions. Not all of them have survived the centuries without their heads fucked with. But John has always been sure of who he is. So has Dean. ]
What did you remember?