"Nah, we make you bleed too, sometimes." He smirked. "I actually thought that'd be easier, somehow, than you slicing your arm open. The thing is, every demon and angel I've ever heard of and some I haven't have some kind of Wikipedia about my family and sell tickets to shit that happens when we suffer. So telling me something they don't know's gravy, too."
He watched Harry comb the place, looking everything over, and felt useless. He absolutely hated feeling useless.
He had his own things he wanted to ask about what he'd seen in Harry's gaze. He didn't want to pull the guy's focus, though. "Next time, Holy water."
He couldn't help it, now. He was remembering the soul gaze. "You don't have a theme song," Dean said.
Once he picked Jo's hair up, Dean figured he could ask one thing, then let it go. John never raised his kids to feel feelings. At all. Bobby taught them how to be kids, mostly. Took them to play baseball when they should've been at target practice. But Harry got to see him in what Dean thought were going to be the last seconds of his life, without a do-over.
"What was her name?"
You don't have a theme song.
"Good thing too," Harry said, smirking a bit. "My luck, it'd be something like 'speed of lightning, roar of thunder, fighting all who rob or plunder / Underdog! Underdog!' I always thought that should be my theme song."
Harry was digging into his pockets for materials when Dean asked that question. The smile dropped from his face, and he was quiet. He took a crystal from one pocket, wrapped in a length of twine, and carefully wrapped Jo's hairs around the stone.
"Susan," he said at last. "Her name was Susan Rodriguez. She was a reporter for the Midwest Arcane before we started dating. Damn good reporter. Too good. Got herself too involved, and I couldn't protect her."
He looked up again, meeting Dean's gaze. "You saw what happened? The temple?"
Dean made a face. That was a shit theme song.
It felt like he shouldn't have asked, but it also felt like he should know her name. He'd been there, when she died. He'd been there and it was obviously something hard for Harry. He'd felt how Harry felt about her.
Someone other than Harry should remember her.
'Got herself involved' was a far cry from 'laying on an altar getting throat cut,' but Dean let it lie. He knew there was a reason. There was always a reason for those things. And from what he remembered, he was pretty sure there was something not right with her.
He nodded. "The IMAX experience version, except with feelings."
The rest of the pyramid, it was kind of a Winchester day at the office. A fucking BAD day, don't discount that. But that wasn't what bothered him about the whole bit. It was Susan. Susan haunted him more than the piles of dead things, more than Molly balled up in the corner. He was going to drop it. He'd said 'with feelings.' Harry was smart. Hopefully he'd do the math on this one. Hopefully it was similar to standing there, watching Sam come back and promising not to leave him.
Now that things were good and awkward, Dean wished he had more liquor in the room.