A whole fucking decade later? That's. She doesn't. A decade after her. Time enough to be less than a footnote in the furthest of put-away memory, and still some part of he—the part of her trained to take charge in seconds like this, seconds when she's blindside decked into the face—wheelhouses it into brass facts instead. The important part.
In 2020, Dean and Sam are still alive, and Cas is still with them. That's not nothing.
Jo makes her mouth work, whether it wants to or not. Gives a breath out her mouth and shakes her head, like it's just some impressed surprised. "A long time before you. 2009."
no subject
Taking in that number.
2020.
2020.
2020.
A whole fucking decade later? That's. She doesn't. A decade after her. Time enough to be less than a footnote in the furthest of put-away memory, and still some part of he—the part of her trained to take charge in seconds like this, seconds when she's blindside decked into the face—wheelhouses it into brass facts instead. The important part.
In 2020, Dean and Sam are still alive,
and Cas is still with them.
That's not nothing.
Jo makes her mouth work, whether it wants to or not. Gives a breath out her mouth and shakes her head, like it's just some impressed surprised. "A long time before you. 2009."