[God, he's alive, and seeing him in person has nothing on knowing it logically. She watched Dean kill him, grappled with the knowledge that he was only in that arena for her, and so there's no way she can keep her eyes from filling with tears. She wants to throw her arms around him, but she's still reeling from contradicting memories. Would he even want that, when they were fighting here? She's not sure, so she just forces out a weak, trembling greeting.]
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