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The cure for pain is in the pain
Good and bad are mixed
If you don't have both,
you don't belong with us.
-Rumi
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Months have passed before he discovers its return.
Cas' trench has been neatly folded and tucked away in the Impala's trunk for just as long, but tonight Dean has a sudden urge to take it out and stuff it under the ragged motel pillow (musky…Is that the smell of every angel or just you?). There's a small knot that digs into the base of his neck, almost making sleep impossible and that just won't do. (Who's the princess who can't sleep…Was it a rock? No. A pea? Yes. Weird.) The freaky God-finding (goddamned good for nothing…) amulet falls out of the inside pocket and as Dean picks it up, he feels one side of it slightly worn and warm from someone's touch (not him, he's been running cold since…). A worry mark rubbed into the cheap metal made by someone very strong. Sam must have fished it out of the wastebasket or Cas…he could have regretted throwing it away and gone back (but the angel had been so angry, so frustrated).
Dean decides not to let it go, but he'll never wear it again.