My eyelids flutter, and I kind of forget what we were talking about. Not literally, but some of the urgency seeps out of it, and for now, I can feel hopeful that he's right. That one day Dean will be just a little more like the guy I used to know.

I shift closer to him, if that's even possible, my arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

"I love you," I whisper, and I think, I feel lucky, which is beyond stupid. Anything could go wrong at any second, not to mention everything that I've lost. This isn't luck. I don't have a word for what this is.