A house in Sioux Falls makes it seem as though Dean doesn't live with Bobby. Dean lives—alone? How? Dean should be in the middle of fighting the Apocalypse. With the gates to Heaven shut, there is no time to waste to try to prevent more damage from Lucifer. But Dean doesn't seem to realise that. Remember that.
Dean is female. Maybe there is more than—one change that has happened without his awareness.
He glances down at Ae in his lap when Dean says her name. Ae has her head tucked against his chest, not looking at either Dean or Farb. She tries to burrow in closer, making herself smaller from the weight of the attention. He wishes he had a hand free to scratch her head in reassurance.
"Ae is—fine." For the most part. He thinks. They're alive. He raises his eyes back to Dean's. "I am too." Dean had asked. If he was okay. "I'm okay."
That's far too simplified to be a useful answer. But it's the best he has.
A line forms between his brows as he pinches them together. "Are—you?"
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Dean is female. Maybe there is more than—one change that has happened without his awareness.
He glances down at Ae in his lap when Dean says her name. Ae has her head tucked against his chest, not looking at either Dean or Farb. She tries to burrow in closer, making herself smaller from the weight of the attention. He wishes he had a hand free to scratch her head in reassurance.
"Ae is—fine." For the most part. He thinks. They're alive. He raises his eyes back to Dean's. "I am too." Dean had asked. If he was okay. "I'm okay."
That's far too simplified to be a useful answer. But it's the best he has.
A line forms between his brows as he pinches them together. "Are—you?"