He laughs, short and hard. "If we don't, I'm not gonna try to stop an insane goddamn angel tearing apart the fucking universe to get you back."
He lifts both hands, frames Dean's face the way he had the night all the curtains came rippling down. He should get back, he should be afraid, but he's not and he won't be, he won't make a liar out of himself.
"Doesn't matter. It can't have you." He smiles, and like everything's always been under the surface, it's gentle with a steel spine. "Death is just death."
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Date: 2013-04-16 04:17 am (UTC)He lifts both hands, frames Dean's face the way he had the night all the curtains came rippling down. He should get back, he should be afraid, but he's not and he won't be, he won't make a liar out of himself.
"Doesn't matter. It can't have you." He smiles, and like everything's always been under the surface, it's gentle with a steel spine. "Death is just death."