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It's the most settled Dean has felt in months.

It's been a rough time, even by his standards. Since the tentative relief of living through a demonic possession, Dean's lost his brother, Castiel has lost his grace, and for a time, Dean couldn't quite hold on to any happiness long enough to keep it.

But it feels like they've broken through something together now, something that's wrecked them both in different ways, but walking through the park with Annie, Dean feels as close to whole as he's felt in a long while. His back is a mess of stripes, red and purple and just beginning to yellow at the edges, welts pulling as tight as Annie's leash everytime she tugs, and all Dean can think of through every flash of pain is Castiel, easing him through. As much as Dean hates that his return to Obsidian upsets Castiel, he has to believe it's worth it.

At his feet, Annie yips, and Dean smiles faintly and bends carefully to let her off her leash. He expects her to bound straight for the open grass, but when he straightens with a wince, he sees her running straight for a familiar face.

Dean raises a hand, nodding at Derek across the path.

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It's been a tense couple days.

Derek hadn't wanted to let Stiles out of his sight, whereas Stiles wanted to run directly towards the gruesome murder of that girl. Whether it was morbid curiosity or the need to play investigator, Derek wasn't sure. Knowing Stiles, it was probably a decent mixture of both.

There was a lot of shouting, but the incident has passed, and Stiles is safe. That's enough. Though, he does wish he could have gotten a shot at that Bateman dick. But he got what he deserved, in the end.

Dean's dog comes barreling towards him and he stops, shirtless and sweaty, to kneel down to greet her. "Not so afraid of me now, huh?"

He lets her lick at his fingers and looks up at Dean as he approaches, squinting against the sun. "Lose something?"