
"Masses... "
That soft, weak-sounding voice was already sorely missed by Dean.
Dean bit his lip and cried haru. He approached Ara who was now looking at him with a shady look.
"honey... "
Dean's sentence could not be continued, he lowered his head to hug Ara's body which was still lying down, he missed Ara's voice and eyes.
A warm kiss and in Dean rub it over Ara's forehead.
"It's not your fault Mas." said Ara, his hand outstretched wiping Dean's tears.
Dean shook his head, he grabbed Ara's hand on his face and then let her catch it many times...