Dean shifted carefully, sinking into the water. Focusing, like he learned in purgatory, he reached out, snagging one of the fish. He held it just tight enough that it wouldn't slip out of his hands, but not so tight it'd hurt it. He turned, bringing it to the surface of the water so Mark could see it closer. "Check it out, buddy."
"I know... And that's hard to not think about." He kissed the top of his head. "But that doesn't mean he doesn't love us. He loves you so much, Mark. He fought for you, to come home. He kept your drawing to remind him of all the good things he had to come home to, to help him keep fighting. After all he went through away, he won't ever think that leaving is the way to keep us safe again."
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