"She expects me to fix it." It was true. No matter what, that's all that Solvei wanted, was for Dean to somehow fix it and everything would be perfect again. Things weren't perfect before, they just worked. Right now though, they weren't working and the one or two times it felt like the right track, they both got thrown off again.
"She doesn't say it, but I know she does."
Moving around, he picked up random things that fell on the floor when Hurricane Faith came in and set them on the counter. He went back to his coffee and took a sip before finally leaning against the counter.
Dean looked over at the clock and figured he should go ahead and get ready to go. "I'll be gone for a few days. Sam broke the Impala so I'm gonna go fix it before ... I ... come home," Dean made a face at that, but then shrugged. That's how it was now. "Well, you know, the other one of me."