Oh, fun. So she'd done this too. Dean couldn't help but wonder why Harry didn't wear glasses all the time, or something. Maybe that wouldn't help. But the image put a smile on his face. Ray-Bans. Big, fuck-off '80s ones. Yes.
Dean shrugged. He wasn't too clear on what the details of what Harry saw would be, anyway. He could guess. It was the knowing that Harry understood him on some base level, that deeply, out of nowhere, that really disturbed him. Harry could tell Molly all about the time he spent in Hell, and that wouldn't bug him in the least. What would would be if Molly suddenly, magically just *got* it, too.
"Y'know normally, I'd say go fuck yourself in a situation like this. Because generally I got a world to save, and I don't care very much if people think I'm a dick because of it."
But he'd seen Molly, in there. And Molly'd... well, he didn't get the whole show, but he knew enough, now.
"I don't really care what Harry did or didn't tell you. I didn't *want* that to happen." And he didn't. He didn't really wish a full-on revisiting of his life up to now on anyone.
Maybe on Ruby.
"But honestly, I'm glad it did. So we can all stop thinking nobody knows what they're talking about and their way is the best. This isn't gonna work that way," he said, shaking his head.