Dean took her elbow and sat her down whether she wanted it or not, right there on the steps of the Winchester. "He's okay, but he's - fuck." Dean forgot everything for a moment, lost what little he'd managed to scrape together for a game face, pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes and concentrated on breathing through it.
"He's from a long time after I got here. He's been through a lot." What he didn't say was that as foreign as Shari might seem to Sam, Dean couldn't help but think Sam saw him in the same, muddled light.
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Date: 2009-10-25 03:58 am (UTC)"He's from a long time after I got here. He's been through a lot." What he didn't say was that as foreign as Shari might seem to Sam, Dean couldn't help but think Sam saw him in the same, muddled light.