Long-lost lovers, reunited in blinding light. Turning towards one another with bowed heads, disappearing into eternity together. Bonded with no regrets and without looking back.
It’s bittersweet to witness. It’s both difficult and a blessing to watch what happens when someone that would go to ends of the earth for you ends up regretting it.
When Fiona and Gavin disappear from their threshold of cursed stone, Dean turns from the doorway and rubs his eyes. He tells himself it’s to dispel the spots still dotting along his vision from staring too hard, but it’s really because he’s starting to get a headache.
“Look at this mess,” he mutters, knocking the edge of the bowl that Sam had mixed together with his knuckles. A few drops of blood have been scattered along the table, one thin strand from where Gavin had been standing.
Sam sighs. “I’ll clean it up. Don’t worry about it.”
Dean stares at the blood on the table. His eyes snag on the clear edge of one jar that sits across from him.
“Nah,” he finds himself saying. “I’ll help.”