The room suddenly went quiet.
Dean covered his mouth with a pleasing smile and let out a few words through his fingers, purring, "I'm not going to say anything."
"See the doctor." Franklin dropped two words.
"You're the one seeing the doctor?" Dean's mouth went 'oh' into a circle and asked in shock, "Frank, are you sick?"
The corner of Franklin's lips twitched twice in a few invisible twitches, his anger slowed a bit. He said"Your Christine."
Dean followed Franklin's gaze to Christine who was sitting nicely in Franklin's arms and saw that she didn't say a word, just stared straight at him, staring at him so much that he was at a loss for words. He then tentatively opened his mouth to call out, "Christine?"
Christine was unmoved.
She just looked straight into the familiar baby face of Dean. Her thoughts seemed scattered and pulled away.
Dean, she remembered.
In her last life, before she died, he had died, a horrible death, a suicide.
Because of depression.