[He rubs a hand over his face, looking anywhere but Dean.]
You said we weren't... the same species. That I always knew that I didn't belong with you and Dad. [He looks up, shamefaced.] That it was all just... pretend. Make-believe. Us. Me, you, Dad. I wasn't...
[He laughs, and runs both hands over his face, through his hair, and sinks into the kitchen chair in defeat. He still can't look at Dean, because he's always been nervous about what he'll see there; if there's anyone he's been scared to look into the eyes of and see judgement... see disdain or fear or doubt in what Sam is...
He breathes out, shaky, his hands wringing together under the table.]
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You said we weren't... the same species. That I always knew that I didn't belong with you and Dad. [He looks up, shamefaced.] That it was all just... pretend. Make-believe. Us. Me, you, Dad. I wasn't...
[He laughs, and runs both hands over his face, through his hair, and sinks into the kitchen chair in defeat. He still can't look at Dean, because he's always been nervous about what he'll see there; if there's anyone he's been scared to look into the eyes of and see judgement... see disdain or fear or doubt in what Sam is...
He breathes out, shaky, his hands wringing together under the table.]
All just me, I guess.