Blake offers his hand out, and Dean looks at it for a long moment. Lingering in the air between them, a bigger gesture than he probably realizes for a man as tangible as Dean is. Creature comforts, something simple and hands-on, are exactly the language he speaks. He's not sure he deserves it — but he takes it anyway, slowly reaching his own hand out to settle over Blake's, palm to palm.
This isn't who they were before the three-week hallucination. He's not sure it's healthy or sane to pretend like it was real, or wasn't real. You can't just speedrun a relationship like that, especially based on false pretense, based on a narrative he doesn't personally believe he could ever support in reality. Him, a god? Absolutely not. The path Sam went down, the path Cas went down, like he'd let either of them happen? So much of that place was false, it seems strange to take relationships like theirs as truth.
But it was something.
And he likes Blake. He does. Genuinely, as a person. He doesn't want to pretend they're something they're not, but he doesn't want to shoot it stone-dead, either. He does feel like he owes the guy honesty.
And so, after a beat, he exhales.
"I need to tell you something. The truth, about... the way things were. The way I was, right after you got here." His eyes fall to somewhere roughly around the coffee table. He chews the inside of his cheek. "You were right about me, back then. You were right to be suspicious. There's some stuff you should probably know, before you go... inviting me into your place like that."
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This isn't who they were before the three-week hallucination. He's not sure it's healthy or sane to pretend like it was real, or wasn't real. You can't just speedrun a relationship like that, especially based on false pretense, based on a narrative he doesn't personally believe he could ever support in reality. Him, a god? Absolutely not. The path Sam went down, the path Cas went down, like he'd let either of them happen? So much of that place was false, it seems strange to take relationships like theirs as truth.
But it was something.
And he likes Blake. He does. Genuinely, as a person. He doesn't want to pretend they're something they're not, but he doesn't want to shoot it stone-dead, either. He does feel like he owes the guy honesty.
And so, after a beat, he exhales.
"I need to tell you something. The truth, about... the way things were. The way I was, right after you got here." His eyes fall to somewhere roughly around the coffee table. He chews the inside of his cheek. "You were right about me, back then. You were right to be suspicious. There's some stuff you should probably know, before you go... inviting me into your place like that."