It's almost awkward without quite being so.

Dean's in her house and Sam on their stairs and she knows where he's going and she's not inclined to lie to at least two of the people who've done what can't be thanked in words....and at the same time, she's not thinking about that.

She's watching Sam nod, watching Sam watching the northern sky; hating that the multiverse is ripping into someone new in front of her.




"When are you thinking about going?"