Robin stared across the distance at Dean over the dark frame of his sunglasses. He did look relaxed, and happy, and other things that Robin could hardly have imagined of him when he'd met Dean Winchester. That Dean had been hollowed, husked, too tired to be even properly hateful. As mistrusting of a puck as someone with experience ought to be.

Today, Dean was happy and Robin was his guest.

"Ishiah and I? We'll get there. We're old and we're not going anywhere. The moment is more important than anything else -- the right moment. You know what I mean?"