[Dean, of course, knows how it is being weirdly close to one other person in life. Or, he did once. The path is still there, well worn but overgrown, almost reclaimed by a life lived alone through the hardest parts, first by circumstance and then by choice; he doesn't use it anymore.
There's no one left he would sit at the bedside of and hold vigil every moment of every day as he is dead certain Stiles has done at least up until now. If he needed proof, the way Stiles reacts to what he said - and it takes Dean a moment to realize what that was, to notice anything wrong with it - is more than enough.
The hunter frowns.]
You capable of doing something towards that end that I don't know about?
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There's no one left he would sit at the bedside of and hold vigil every moment of every day as he is dead certain Stiles has done at least up until now. If he needed proof, the way Stiles reacts to what he said - and it takes Dean a moment to realize what that was, to notice anything wrong with it - is more than enough.
The hunter frowns.]
You capable of doing something towards that end that I don't know about?