[Dean doesn't hear at first; he's deep inside his own head, still panting lightly, still trying to sort out more memories and lives than anyone should have to know what to do with. They fade, in general, and leave behind the memories he's decided to believe in as real but that takes time. He hasn't had time. He doesn't know how long he's been here in this cabin, how long he's been this person, but it's not long enough to sort anything out yet.
So he doesn't respond to the knock. It doesn't even register. What does register is his brother's - his warden's - Stiles' voice, and he shakes himself out a little, glances around without getting up. His voice is rough and breaks down the middle (just like him), but he can't ignore that. Not on the off chance that...]
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So he doesn't respond to the knock. It doesn't even register. What does register is his brother's - his warden's - Stiles' voice, and he shakes himself out a little, glances around without getting up. His voice is rough and breaks down the middle (just like him), but he can't ignore that. Not on the off chance that...]
Stiles?