Dean's eyes are on Cas, right up to the moment they stop and he remember they're not alone, that their little backyard is fuller than it's ever been. There's not many in the way of guests, almost as few as to be counted on Dean's own hands, but they're the few that matter. In Dean's memories of the island, he knows that if this had happened there, there would be more, lots more, but Darrow isn't Tabula Rasa, and he's not that Dean. The friends he's made in Darrow have been hard won, the lot of them muscling past Dean's considerable defenses, and Dean feels a new soreness in his throat when he looks out at them.
He nods, too, less elegantly than Cas, and turns back to him, reaching for Castiel's other hand.
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Date: 2014-10-02 11:18 pm (UTC)He nods, too, less elegantly than Cas, and turns back to him, reaching for Castiel's other hand.