[ Sam keeps his mouth shut at the would-be flirtations, jaw set tight and lip twitching in irritation. She still knows how to get under his skin as easily as if he'd just seen her, and it makes him vastly uncomfortable knowing.

Luckily, what she knows isn't the same as what he'd had in mind, so he finally releases the breath he'd been holding and glances away. ]

Not much you can do about it, here. And, like you said, he's not dead. He's just gone.

[ For now. Sam has no doubts that the older Winchester would appear again in Wonderland, though whether or not he would remember it is another story. ]

Did you bring a sympathy card? Fruit basket?