Exhaling softly, Faye considers her answer, but it all jars in her mind, too much and too quick, and all she can find the heart to do is to turn and brush her lips against his cheek, gratitude that doesn't make its presence known too garishly. That he's here means the world to her, but the last thing that Faye ever wants, with Dean or with anyone else, is to be that person who needs to pass off that weight and that burden. The only way to survive, she reminds herself, is to be able to carry it all on her own.

"It's up in the sky," she says. Up in flames. "If we get her fixed, I could show you." Her grin widens, teasing.

"Show you why a girl might never want to leave."