Merlin had a soft spot for the way Dean ran his fingers through his hair, it was calming for him too, made him feel at home. He leaned in to press his nose on top of Dean's head, watching him play with the cards from the corner of his eye. Then he turned the card in his hand, flipped it in a way of speaking and the connection was gone.

Dean's magic would be met with a solid unmoving force. The power used in making trumps was one of the corner stones of the universe itself. It was a power that couldn't be broken by Chaos or by Order. It was equal and no magic Merlin knew could touch it. The only way he had learned to manipulate trumps was through some serious reality warping, which had brought Ghostwheel alive. And Ghostwheel was a dangerous thing, alive and conscious with a power that rivalled primal chaos and primal order. Merlin didn't even want to think about it. He had a feeling he had strapped himself onto a skyrocket and he was just hanging on by the tips of his fingers. But that was a tail for another day.

"Yes, it's a portal, kind of. But it's more than a portal. What you can use it for, though, is to talk with someone at the other end, or you can move through them." He handed over the trump that pictured Dean's apartment. "Concentrate on it. Just focus, don't do anything else. Imagine how it'll become more and more alive, three dimensional..."