"Paul..." Dean muttered, looking at the boy who was standing on top of a building.
His old friend had his arms wrapped in bandages. His posture was different from what it was before. His face was quite different as well, there was something more on his countenance. Now, Paul seemed less... less weak. There was courage and spirit in his eyes, they weren't empty anymore.
Paul was staring back at him, both his fists were clenched. He was somewhat amazed by Dean's new power. He never thought that the boy would come back so strong like that. It almost seemed a dream to him.
On the day when Dean was talking with him under that tree, prompting Paul to develop the courage to keep fighting instead of accepting his fate, Paul dreamed of him and Dean getting stronger than anyone else and freeing themselves from those handcuffs.
