"He's not a stranger," says Dean, and he's not inside Obsidian, but he's close enough to talk about it, apparently. He considers what Mike is to him, swallowing around the new ache in his throat. "As close to a brother as I have left in this place."

Looking away from the club, he studies Derek with a clinical eye. "Heal up, huh? The werewolves in my world didn't do that. How strong are you?"