[ Honestly, he hates every part of this. That Sam's being his usual bleeding heart self. And he already knows that because Sam's asked him this much - both Sams have asked him this much - he's not got a choice but to fall in line. It smarts in a way that he wants to explain, but he doesn't have the words for how he feels. Instead of saying anything at all he grunts his frustration and drags a hand over his face. ]
Fine.
[ The comment about dad just twists him up a little tighter, insides pretzel-like and he doesn't feel better anymore. Thinking about dad is always complicated. This far out from his death and Dean's had a lot of time to think over what happened to them growing up. That he'd been almost in his 30s before he ever actually picked Sam's side over their dad's.
Rolling his bottom lip into his mouth, it's almost like he's trying to keep the words he's got circling his brain inside of him. It doesn't work. ]
I still hear him, sometimes. Not hear him hear him. But the kinda shit he woulda said when I fucked up.
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Fine.
[ The comment about dad just twists him up a little tighter, insides pretzel-like and he doesn't feel better anymore. Thinking about dad is always complicated. This far out from his death and Dean's had a lot of time to think over what happened to them growing up. That he'd been almost in his 30s before he ever actually picked Sam's side over their dad's.
Rolling his bottom lip into his mouth, it's almost like he's trying to keep the words he's got circling his brain inside of him. It doesn't work. ]
I still hear him, sometimes. Not hear him hear him. But the kinda shit he woulda said when I fucked up.
[ Those words have been loud lately. ]