It's 1947. Dean is an ex-marine fighting crime and a very different sort of war to the one he faced in the Pacific - as well his own Demons - as a detective on the streets of LA.
“I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.” - Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye
“I didn’t kill her, though,” Cas says quietly in to the dark room, and it almost sounds like an aborted prayer. “I’m sorry. I’m not even sure why I came here; I know it’s entirely inappropriate. I suppose I just... currently have few people I can rely on.”
