Dean imagines they have five days to live. Or maybe it's five hours, or five minutes, or five seconds, and Dean has only enough time to breathe in and lean over and kiss Seamus one last time, without even thinking about it, just the way he did the first time.

He says, "We can't keep pretending this isn't happening," and Seamus whispers, "I know." Dean remembers he had the same conversation alone, years back, before everything changed. He still hasn't stopped pretending.

"How long do you think we've got?" Seamus asks, and Dean counts the time they've already had, instead.

 

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