"I know, Dean, but you're out there too," Angua said, cupping his face in her hands. "You said you don't get to help him fight the demon, but are you certain? Castiel told you, but he could be lying, or wrong. Time is fluid, who can even know what is going on right this second anywhere else? You could both be seventy years old somewhere right now for all you know." Angua tried not to get worked up, but it wouldn't do any good to go over every what if and maybe. They couldn't do anything about the other universes here, she wished they couldn't hear about them at all.
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Date: 2009-07-19 11:51 pm (UTC)