Deerington Inbox.

[endoftheverse]

 

[A general automated voicemail plays.]
 

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[ruined]

it actually works?

[ Probably should have checked that before he paid for it and deposited it in Sam's room. One less thing to worry about, though. ]

there's a store in town. so... you like it? figured your nerd powers needed a boost

[endoftheverse]

... Huh.

And here I thought all the 50's pin-up model pics hidden on here was your doing.

It's

nice. You didn't have to. Seriously.
You two need to use money on better things.

[ruined]

you know how much we get paid for what's basically hunting?

[ ..such a thoughtful thing to say. ]

look man even if I didn't get paid what I do for this job it would still be worth it

[ Read between the lines Sam because he's not saying it directly but he means you're worth it. And then he thinks again because Sam's not good at reading anything positive between the lines right now and Dean knows that. ]

your nerdy face is worth it ok?

[endoftheverse]

[Man, Dean... He never knew you'd be so sappy again. Thought you got that beat out of you by the world and everything shitty in it. He's gonna just take a moment to savor it, because — well. Sometimes you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, right?

Maybe he's noticing a moment in time where things do feel okay.

It's a weird feeling to revisit.

But welcomed, tentatively, with all the fear in the world that it'll crumble.]

Jerk.

[ruined]

bitch

[ The moment hasn't passed Dean by either, and for what it's worth, he's smiling softer than he has in years. Tentative or not, he's learned a few things in Deerington. As much as it's been hell here, there's also parts of himself he thought he'd salted and burned back in his world putting in a goddamn reappearance.

It's dangerous, to let himself feel this way again when he knows he's going home again at some point. But maybe that's the whole damn point. This is a last chance saloon, and maybe he shouldn't waste it. ]