[ When people talk in front of him about their relationship, he can't help but agree with the fact that they're co-dependent. At least he's not willing to deny it - in his own mind, for starters. No sense lying about that one. Not like he can do jack shit about it, and he's not exactly interested to, either. He tried that long term relationship thing, he did, and he tried and he failed something miserable. Not that Sammy had much to do with that particular loss of a life goal, not really, but if there's one person he can tolerate long term it's Sam. Granted, Cas fits into that slot as well but it's different.

Sam is the one he spends near every waking hour with and when that changes, the world moves a little bit.

Which is maybe why Sam's answer is enough to find himself choking on. Even with the solid surround of noise and electric carnival games going off every which way, Dean is still mind boggled. All the rest sort of falls away - monsters? who cares about monsters? - and Dean hones in on the long expanse of time he somehow missed out on. Especially since he just saw Sam. The fact that he was here in the first place even seemed a little less important, though it was invariably the reason for the mucking up of time and Dean took a cautious step forward, head cocking like a dog who needed to hear the directives a little bit better. ]

You've been here for three months?

[ Dean takes that in for a few more seconds, ignores the bit about giant birds and wendigo's because excuse you, when the hell did time get fucked up along with everything else? ] Three.

[ Okay, so maybe he needs a few more seconds after that even because three months is a long enough time to have to process significantly. The most he could've likely tolerated is a few hours, considering that's how long he's been here wandering aimlessly, but after that it doesn't make the slightest bit of sense. ]

So maybe we should try and figure out how that's even remotely possible when I sure as hell have seen you sooner than that.