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“Do you feel like you’re waiting for that call again?”
He should have expected the question, but it still took his breath away. Because yes, every time his phone rang, some small surge of hope rushed through him. Didn’t matter how hard he squashed it, didn’t matter that Lucifer had played on that very hope, he still scrambled to answer no matter what he was doing. And it hurt when every single time the voice on the other end belonged to anyone else.
All he could manage was a terse nod. She seemed fine with waiting him out while he tried to catch his breath, adjusting the thin gold band of her wristwatch and jotting down a couple of notes. When he spoke again, she set her pen down and met his level stare with one of her own.
“I keep looking for him around corners. I jump when my phone rings.” Dean dug his blunt fingernails into his palm while cold rage trickled and pooled in his middle. “He should be here to deal with the stupid shit he said to me before he died.”
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Dean Winchester goes to therapy.