drop me a line, stating point of view

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Meg stands in Castiel's room with her back against the door to Dean's room and her eyes closed and counts until she reaches seven hundred and forty-three

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It takes awhile for a note to get passed back under the door.

Several hours, certainly -- possibly the bulk of the day.

For one, it's gonna be a damn long time before Dean even looks back over at the door.

Why?

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Long enough that Meg has finished making her list and getting her things and putting them all away before she sees the reply arrive.

And when she does, she stares at it for a long time.

Not an easy question to answer.

Not even an easy question to identify. There are a lot of whys here.

Finally, she writes her reply below his single word, and slides the paper back under the door.

I know this is not a helpful response, and I'm sorry about that, but I'm not sure how to answer.

Why what?

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean looks at the returned note blankly.

Why what, what?

(He doesn't know.)

At least the reply comes faster this time. Marginally. The writing is jagged, big -- at several points it has almost torn through the paper.

Are you insane?

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He gets the reply on a new sheet of paper, and in the morning, after she's slept.

Or tried to sleep.

Or some combination thereof.

I don't believe so, no.

Good morning, Dean.