Ying's expression shifted even as his eyes widened.
The ceremony was about to start and unlike other times, he was already here.
It took him only a second or two before his eyes regained their usual calm.
"Have you checked his escape spot?"
Yuki was initially confused before recognition hit her. "You know about that?"
"I am your father…Yuki," Ying answered simply.
Straightening his body, Ying noticed everybody present was getting seated. He glanced at Yuki again.
"Go get your brother…"
Yuki nodded and got on her feet. Leaving quietly, doing her best not to draw attention.
***
"I don't know what they expect from me." Dean spoke out loud, his voice low and defeated like he was in solitude.
But he wasn't alone. Ash slid slowly around him. It's gelatinous body pulsing between colors before stopping at blue.
This seemed to be its attempt to comfort him.
Dean stared at his open palms. The hands of a teenager. Unfamiliar no matter how much he tried to ignore it.
