( dean understands how invasive these damn rocks are turning out to be (no one in their right mind would want to see inside dean's memories, and he damn well doesn't want to share, especially when there are things he's neglected to tell his brother that could be trapped inside one of these things), so when he finds one of bruce's inside the hood of a car while looking for parts, he decides he should probably find the kid himself so no one else happens across it.
of course, he's learned a few things that he won't bring up out of respect for the kid's privacy (gotham and bruce in the same sentence lead to obvious conclusions, though the rational part of dean is hesitant to believe it's anything more than coincidence; beyond that, there's an anger in that memory that dean knows far too well), but the main thing dean can't quite get over is how young he is. even if he's not some version of who dean thinks he might be, he barely looks out of his teens. then again, dean could just be a terrible judge of age (everyone under twenty-five looks like a kid to him now); it doesn't help that half the people he knows (you know, ageless angels and immortal witches) don't look their actual age.
it's not easy tracking bruce down, but dean eventually spots him (and gets the distinct feeling that he might never have found him if the aurora wasn't lighting the whole place up). dean's in his normal attire of plaid and denim, but there are noticeable grease stains on his hands and arms where his sleeves have been rolled up. )
Bruce? ( god, this is weird. he holds out the opal. ) Pretty sure this belongs to you.
a son and an heir.
of course, he's learned a few things that he won't bring up out of respect for the kid's privacy (gotham and bruce in the same sentence lead to obvious conclusions, though the rational part of dean is hesitant to believe it's anything more than coincidence; beyond that, there's an anger in that memory that dean knows far too well), but the main thing dean can't quite get over is how young he is. even if he's not some version of who dean thinks he might be, he barely looks out of his teens. then again, dean could just be a terrible judge of age (everyone under twenty-five looks like a kid to him now); it doesn't help that half the people he knows (you know, ageless angels and immortal witches) don't look their actual age.
it's not easy tracking bruce down, but dean eventually spots him (and gets the distinct feeling that he might never have found him if the aurora wasn't lighting the whole place up). dean's in his normal attire of plaid and denim, but there are noticeable grease stains on his hands and arms where his sleeves have been rolled up. )
Bruce? ( god, this is weird. he holds out the opal. ) Pretty sure this belongs to you.