Dean chuckled. It was weird. The words coming out of Molly's mouth with Jo's accent. She didn't smell right, either, so the hug was a little off. But if he shut his eyes, things were almost normal. Almost.
I love you.
That stomach drop thing happened. It wasn't bad, it was just... he still wasn't used to hearing that. No one had told Dean that more than a few times, except his mom. Lisa said it now and again, but Dean was never really... vocal... about how he felt about her. It was just understood.
He didn't know how she could say that. The things she'd probably just saw might give Molly early gray hair.
"One of these days," he said, "you're gonna explain to me why. And why in the hell you don't mind that I love you, too."
When she let go, he nodded. "What happened, anyway? How did this... you said mirrors."