Dean grimaced. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. You're not digging up the hurt. I deal with the hurt every day. I mean... I know it wasn't you, but... Sometimes I forget, my head... Messes up and I think I'm still with him. It's still pretty fresh. But I've coped, I... I've already stitched myself up and accepted it.. You haven't."
Dean nodded. He opened the door and kissed Sam gently. He headed in and smiled softly at Mark, playing with Gabriel. John and Bobby were sitting close together, looking through John's journal with Henry. Dean went over and kissed Mark on the head. "Night, monster."
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