[singer salvage] In which Dean has some questions for Jo.
For about two minutes after his brother stopped the end of the world, Dean was completely alone.
The ground closed, the world stopped shaking, and Dean was alone. It was never a good thing for Dean to be alone, because when Dean was alone he did stupid things. Sam was supposed to be there, to keep him from doing stupid things, just like he did the same for Sam, and now Sam was gone. Bobby was supposed to keep them both in line, and he was gone too. And Cas … God, Cas was in pieces. Dean had no one.
Then Cas came back. The world started to revert to normal again, normal save for no Sam, and as Dean drove back to Bobby’s the pieces started to settle into place. A huge one was missing-it would always be missing-but there was no reason that Dean couldn’t find other things to cling to. He had a lot in his life right now. Maybe not everything he wanted, maybe not all the pieces-but the puzzle was almost whole, and that should have been good enough.
It wasn’t. But it should have been.
But he wasn’t just mourning. He was thinking. About what he was supposed to do with the promise that Sam made him make, about how he was supposed to handle being here, what he was supposed to do with himself. He wasn’t supposed to hunt. Normal, apple pie was what he was told. And he didn’t know how to get that from here quite yet. He just had ideas of things that he could do and all he had to know was whether or not Jo would do it with him.
Dean made his way through the front door, wandering through the rooms until he found the one she was sitting in. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there watching her, trying to figure out the right way to ask. But in order to ask-he had to speak first.
“Hey.”