[ He has in mind other hunters—if they find each other in this one place or if Dean just has his own family he meets here—but he's distracted by the answer. That it burned down, for one (walls don't last forever; perhaps he's not surprised). That Castiel is gone, for another. Sam told him about Steve only two weeks ago and Amos, he knows. Amos never appeared one day for their usual lessons and when he went to look for the man's ship, it was empty. Already starting to be swallowed up by its surroundings.
He pauses before he confirms, ] Amos, too.
[ Hardly the first time he's lost someone close. It's still shit. It also just is. The number of losses pile on and the world doesn't slow for any of it. And he could say he's sorry, but empty sentiments never feel enough. Something tells him Dean doesn't want to hear it, anyhow.
Instead, he leans forward on the counter. He knows how to push past what isn't meant to be dwelled upon. There's a weight to his gaze, but nothing that he says out loud. ] You'll have to find me sufficient for now.
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He pauses before he confirms, ] Amos, too.
[ Hardly the first time he's lost someone close. It's still shit. It also just is. The number of losses pile on and the world doesn't slow for any of it. And he could say he's sorry, but empty sentiments never feel enough. Something tells him Dean doesn't want to hear it, anyhow.
Instead, he leans forward on the counter. He knows how to push past what isn't meant to be dwelled upon. There's a weight to his gaze, but nothing that he says out loud. ] You'll have to find me sufficient for now.