[ It's not often that Dean looks truly uncomfortable. The real bad stuff he buries deep enough for it never to make it to his expression until he can't hold it down any longer. It's always spectacular when he goes off the damn rails. But this isn't that. This is some weird scenario of time going sideways. Or... forward and back and-- honestly? It makes his head hurt thinking about it.
He shifts on the stool, chews on the inside of his cheek and realizes that he's said nothing at all for a while now. Whatever Sam was going to say has been aborted abruptly and the silence is getting thick enough that he might choke on it any damn second. ]
I didn't make it that far before I got here, but I know what happens when I do.
[ Which isn't to say he doesn't know what's going to happen to him when they get sent home. Whenever the hell that's gonna be.
Still, he actually looks up from his bowl of stew and across at Sam who's lost. He can see his brother's somewhere far away from where they're sitting now. ]
Sam?
[ Reaching out, he grips at Sam's shoulder, squeezing just enough to try pulling him back to where they are now. His failure at killing the devil isn't Sam's fault. It's his own. ]
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He shifts on the stool, chews on the inside of his cheek and realizes that he's said nothing at all for a while now. Whatever Sam was going to say has been aborted abruptly and the silence is getting thick enough that he might choke on it any damn second. ]
I didn't make it that far before I got here, but I know what happens when I do.
[ Which isn't to say he doesn't know what's going to happen to him when they get sent home. Whenever the hell that's gonna be.
Still, he actually looks up from his bowl of stew and across at Sam who's lost. He can see his brother's somewhere far away from where they're sitting now. ]
Sam?
[ Reaching out, he grips at Sam's shoulder, squeezing just enough to try pulling him back to where they are now. His failure at killing the devil isn't Sam's fault. It's his own. ]
It's not on you, man.