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[endoftheverse]

[Man, Dean... He never knew you'd be so sappy again. Thought you got that beat out of you by the world and everything shitty in it. He's gonna just take a moment to savor it, because — well. Sometimes you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, right?

Maybe he's noticing a moment in time where things do feel okay.

It's a weird feeling to revisit.

But welcomed, tentatively, with all the fear in the world that it'll crumble.]

Jerk.

[ruined]

bitch

[ The moment hasn't passed Dean by either, and for what it's worth, he's smiling softer than he has in years. Tentative or not, he's learned a few things in Deerington. As much as it's been hell here, there's also parts of himself he thought he'd salted and burned back in his world putting in a goddamn reappearance.

It's dangerous, to let himself feel this way again when he knows he's going home again at some point. But maybe that's the whole damn point. This is a last chance saloon, and maybe he shouldn't waste it. ]