"Don't be," Baby assured gently, turning back around to look at Dean. "You restored me cherry, but there are some things that just don't disappear. And that's okay." After all, it was the blemishes that made him beautiful, right? The history, that's what made him important. It was his job, his duty.

"And this, Dean, you needed this." Baby gestured back to his neck. "You needed something to explode on. And you put me back together, at the end of the day." He always would. Dean had never let him down.