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Not when he hugged him closer, not when he started crying.

Cas himself seemed as uncomfortable and bewildered as the real Winchester brothers were, but didnвЂ™t push the man away. His instincts were telling Dean to stop this stranger before he gets to Cas, whatever it is he was going to do to him, but before Dean could react, the angel was already gathered in the arms of an apparently braver version of Dean Winchester. His eyes were glued to Cas and when the angel looked back at him, he rose from his chair almost kicking it over and rushed to him. He looked smaller, with his hands squeezing the edge of the table and his lips pressed together in a thin line. вЂњYouвЂ™re okay?вЂќ the other Sam put his hand on his brotherвЂ™s shoulder and asked quietly.Дean wasnвЂ™t delusional enough to convince himself that he had The Other Dean completely figured out over one conversation, but it was still weird seeing his demeanor shift like that. вЂњIs it ChuckвЂ™s doing?вЂќ was all Cas asked and Dean could see his alternate version shivering. His eyes, already at least twice as wide as usual, were welling up. вЂњI guess we have some explaining to do,вЂќ Sam said, chuckling weakly, as CasвЂ™s steps stopped halfway through the room. Instead, he looked at his double, who was suddenly getting paler with every second. вЂњHey, Cas,вЂќ Sam called out, вЂњWeвЂ™re in the library,вЂќДean turned away from the hallway as Cas walked in. All four people recognized immediately whom the voice belonged to.

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Dean listened to him - burying every word he was saying inside - and tried to find similarities instead of differences now.Дoes my Sam look at me the same way this one looks at this Dean?ДЄre my eyes as bright is my skin as clear am i this light am this pure am iД¤ heads turned to the main entrance of the bunker. He chuckled halfway through his stories, his eyes lit up with excitement. The way the other Dean carried himself made the contrast between them more noticeable than any clothes or shampoo ever could. The differences didnвЂ™t stop at the appearance of the guest. His hair was shining with health and expensive products, the pleasant floral smell reaching Dean even from across the table. You could tell he was used to putting effort into his appearance - something Dean couldnвЂ™t be bothered with for years now. He dressed very differently - all pastel colors, almost a monochromatic look. Dean didnвЂ™t know what to expect from him - the more he talked, the less Dean knew about him.

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This Dean - other Dean - was like a new planet, completely new and undiscovered, full of secrets and nuances Dean was afraid to learn. He couldnвЂ™t take his eyes away from him either.

To sit across from a man wearing your own face, looking so similar yet so endlessly different.Дean couldnвЂ™t really look at his double. To say that it was strange was like to say nothing at all.