( Dean's finally in a place where he doesn't feel the need to be a host. Where he can let go of his projected extroversion to fall back into his more genuine, subdued self, and just watch. Just sit back and enjoy the sight of friends or his people mingling in his space. Happy, content, safe, alive.
That's what makes him whole. That's what brings him energy. Not extroversion, not being social, but bringing a select few to him. Bringing them into his introversion and just surrounding himself with them.
Especially Cas.
There's a soft, quiet little piece of him that recognizes the absence of one person in particular, though. )
I'm good. ( He says, and means it — but there's an obvious caveat. One he admits after a beat, still smiling, but slightly sadder. ) Man, I wish Sam could see this.
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That's what makes him whole. That's what brings him energy. Not extroversion, not being social, but bringing a select few to him. Bringing them into his introversion and just surrounding himself with them.
Especially Cas.
There's a soft, quiet little piece of him that recognizes the absence of one person in particular, though. )
I'm good. ( He says, and means it — but there's an obvious caveat. One he admits after a beat, still smiling, but slightly sadder. ) Man, I wish Sam could see this.