"...He says good," Dean says, like he's testing the words out in his mouth, like he doesn't believe them. He closes his eyes a moment, because he wasn't really able to reconcile the idea of Sam liking that, not with how awful it is. But he'll trust his little brother, because he seems... well. Normal. Okay.
Dean swallows, grimacing. "We'll see."
these, our bodies, possessed by light - Post a comment
tell me we'll never get used to it.