WhiteFeatherHawk
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“We did good, Dean,” Sam says. “We got him back.”
Dean huffs a hollow laugh, because yeah, that’s always what it’s about, isn’t it? Cas or Sam or Dean getting themselves lost or dead, and then taking turns dragging each other back from the brink. He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“We got him back, yeah,” he says. Sam nods, watching him. “So now what?”