[Dean thinks it's impossible for him to feel worse, and the Devil seems to take that as a personal challenge; his eyes fall shut as Lucifer explains every favor Dean seems to have done for him, how all of his choices and all of the ways in which he thought was fighting to save his brother were actually damning Sammy (and the whole world) instead.
He's caught in the epicenter of a variety of sensations; a brutal cold to the front, a scorching heat to the back, and the lead weight of all the guilt and all the self-loathing that he carries with him, increased tenfold as Satan thanks him for all the good he's done.
He opens his eyes, but he might as well be dead inside for all that they resemble those of an unseeing corpse.
He wants to tell Lucifer that he's wrong; that he's lying. But why would the Devil need or want to lie about something so truly goddamn awful?
Dean chokes on his tears and the words that he wants to say, and then he wakes up in a start.]
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He's caught in the epicenter of a variety of sensations; a brutal cold to the front, a scorching heat to the back, and the lead weight of all the guilt and all the self-loathing that he carries with him, increased tenfold as Satan thanks him for all the good he's done.
He opens his eyes, but he might as well be dead inside for all that they resemble those of an unseeing corpse.
He wants to tell Lucifer that he's wrong; that he's lying. But why would the Devil need or want to lie about something so truly goddamn awful?
Dean chokes on his tears and the words that he wants to say, and then he wakes up in a start.]