12. When the sun begins to shine/I hear a song from another time/And'll fade away

[voluntaryapnea]

Are you there, Yoda? It's me, Stiles Stilinski. [It would be so cool if Yoda actually answers. But he's mostly joking.] Seriously though. What's going on in your pocket of the universe? Universes? Whatever.

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[surfaceshine]

[It's the best Dean can do, to believe in someone completely from across the universe and time; it is also, luckily, his specialty. It's easy for him, who would and does spurn religion in any form but is still capable of blind faith strong enough to stand on when it becomes necessary. It's how he survived the Barge, and dragged several people with him who otherwise might not have found their footing on their own.

Some make it easier than others. Stiles is one of them. Dean still isn't certain how he would feel if it were actually him, but it isn't, so he can overlook that; and he wasn't lying: he's okay with it being Stiles. He likes to think he would be. The hunter's grin goes lopsided, fond. He'd ruffle the kid's hair, punch him in the shoulder, something if they were standing in front of each other, but as it is:]

Hang in there. And good luck. You're gonna need that, too.