[ Concern brings him a half-step forward, the only inch left between them. Now it's his turn to catch Dean's eyes, holding them as he tries to read what's unsaid. They've known each other since the beginning. He does not recall a time when Dean wasn't in his life—
Or so he thought. Suddenly, he isn't sure. Done how? What the fuck does that mean?
No, he knows exactly what Dean means. He can see it etched on Dean's face. But that isn't part of his memories, either. Would Dean not have told him? Did he forget again? And what of himself? What does he remember? For the first time, he stops to truly reflect on the images he's been ignoring. A sprawling fortress—the one that keeps reappearing in the Horizon. Blood running across shattered stone, pooling.
Beneath his feet, the grass crumbles to sand. He finally breaks away. ]
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Or so he thought. Suddenly, he isn't sure. Done how? What the fuck does that mean?
No, he knows exactly what Dean means. He can see it etched on Dean's face. But that isn't part of his memories, either. Would Dean not have told him? Did he forget again? And what of himself? What does he remember? For the first time, he stops to truly reflect on the images he's been ignoring. A sprawling fortress—the one that keeps reappearing in the Horizon. Blood running across shattered stone, pooling.
Beneath his feet, the grass crumbles to sand. He finally breaks away. ]
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