He listens in silence, and when Neil is done he's silent for a few more minutes, and then he laughs for a few more minutes after that, hard and more than a little bitter but genuinely amused all the same.

Hell. Isn't that something.

"You're a fucking freak magnet," he says. "You really are. Jesus Christ." He swipes a hand down his face and wonders vaguely if there was ever really a time when he felt normal at all.

"I don't think he knows," he says, quieter. "Dean. What I did."