"Maybe you're the exception to the rule," she murmurs as she dips down to press a kiss against his temple, chaste and barely there, and the fire seeps slowly away from her skin as she feels the calm of his demeanor. It isn't enough to relieve her entirely— the loss has surely still hit him hard, fast, and he'll be reeling from it for some time— but Faye thinks now that if Dean were any more gone than this, unable to think or even speak to her for it, she's not sure that she'd be able to take that.

It's been so long, she thinks to herself, since she's had to be that pillar for anyone other than herself. Somehow, she feels out of practice.

"You'll still love him when he comes back. And he'll still love you. Feels like that's the one thing that never changes with you two, and maybe that's... what matters."