Several hours passed as the fool and the blacksmith conversed. Sometimes, the dragon would say his opinion regarding the subject, but it was always something nasty or that drew his attention.
They spent their time like that for a good while without even noticing that they were interacting with each other for so long.
Dean just realized how long they spent together after he remembered to take his sword from the place that it was buried. For that, he walked on top of that wreckage and noticed that his body was way more rested than it was the last time he checked.
'Wow... I don't know if my recovery is really fast nowadays or the passage of time was so big, but I am feeling great!' Dean tested his joints and muscles while climbing up the rocks, jumping from them, and moving through that place quickly.
'Hmm... If I push myself too hard I am sure that I will break again somewhere, but that's enough for now.'
