All his time in the Realm, on the island, so many strange things, nothing like this. It's more than smoke, it's rage and spite made semi-solid, and he stares up and watches it go, crouched with his arm curled around Dean's waist and his hand clutched tight in Neil's. Watches it vanish and feels no satisfaction.
If this is done, he's not sure what done means.
He doesn't think about what he does next. The hand against Dean's ribs moves upward as he starts to rise, up to Dean's chest, over his heart.
Where there's nothing.
He's silent. Doesn't move. Everything in him is ice.
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All his time in the Realm, on the island, so many strange things, nothing like this. It's more than smoke, it's rage and spite made semi-solid, and he stares up and watches it go, crouched with his arm curled around Dean's waist and his hand clutched tight in Neil's. Watches it vanish and feels no satisfaction.
If this is done, he's not sure what done means.
He doesn't think about what he does next. The hand against Dean's ribs moves upward as he starts to rise, up to Dean's chest, over his heart.
Where there's nothing.
He's silent. Doesn't move. Everything in him is ice.