Unfortunately know some. I'm going to take a wild guess that they're different Apocalypses than yours though. [That shouldn't even be in question, but here they are.

Thirteen-going on-fifty seven is oddly specific and yet. Well. He has no idea how old Dean actually is, but you add the math with Hell-time and...] Maybe forty-going on-eighty. [And that sounds about right.

A shrug then, and he leans backwards against the window. He grins, wide. Mostly sincere even.] It is indeed overrated.