He explained about the master location rite. “That’s great!” Dean smiled. “When can we try?” “Well, we have to get a few supplies. We need something from Désirée.” “Oh, boy,” Dean murmured, “her again.” “Yeah … I’m not sure when we can go. My mom’s still worried about me going anywhere alone. We’ll get there soon, though,” Oliver assured Dean. “All right. Thanks for finding out that stuff.” Oliver looked up to see Dean smiling and looked away quickly. Just get it over with! Oliver thought. He needed to tell Dean that everyone thought it was Oliver who was responsible for killing him and then raising him as a zombie. But now he realized why he hadn’t said it yet: He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Dean. The thought that he and Dean would end up as friends would have sounded funny to him a couple months ago, but now Dean seemed like the only person Oliver could be himself around. Dean wasn’t expecting him to be someone he wasn’t. Though he probably doesn’t expect me to be his killer.
