"That fun, huh? Watching me die." He's trying to make a joke of it. He's pretty sure he's not funny. "Get in line. It's kind of a hobby with people."

He looks up at her, and there's something in her eyes that makes him look again. Like he's searching for something he can't quite find. A memory, an association. But maybe he's just thinking about dying. Maybe that's why, like this, she reminds him of Dean. Thank God she isn't, he thinks. Thank God Dean isn't here.