( both of them have their reasons for not being as wound up and shocked by being put in places they shouldn't be – more than he thinks anyone else here have – and it's just the manner of life they live, the things they see from day to day, the things they see behind their eyelids when they try to sleep. there is very little rhyme or reason for anything that happens to them, at least from the very beginning, because when explanations come they tend to come a little too late, or far enough down the line that they don't carry as much weight as they would have from the start.
and as much as he wants to keep his hold on dean's shirt, to keep contact with him on the off-chance that something else happens, he knows better than to cling when there are other things that need to be addressed. so he'll settle for keeping dean in his line of sight, keeping him as close as he can get away with without coming off as the clingy little brother he might have been when they were both younger, and he clears his throat at the response he gets, something of a very humorless laugh making its way free of the back of his tongue, something that sounds just a little tired. worn out. )
Heh. Well, 'okay' is kind of a relative term, isn't it? ( there's a little bit of a smile, for what he can manage, and at least it's genuine. because really, really, he's so happy to see his brother that he's nearly bursting at the seams with it – and sure, maybe it shows in his expression, the softness of it that takes the edge off the worry, the anxiety riddled through him at the thought of what it might mean for dean to be here at all. ) But I'm fine. I'm – I'm good.
( he's better, now that you're here, is what he's saying without saying it at all.
he shoves his hands into his pockets, if only for a lack of anything else to do with them, and gives a small shrug. there are a lot of things he could say about what he's been through since he first showed up here – most importantly, the fact that he'd made a horrible mistake that had ended in his turning into a wendigo and … ultimately being killed off by one of the resident gods here. resurrected and good as new, though, but do you think he's going to come right out and tell dean that?
if you think so, you've got another thing coming. ) No more than usual. ( it's given flippantly, as nonchalantly as he can get away with, though his gaze does stay averted for the smallest split second, enough for dean to know that he's probably lying, and lying badly. )
There are monsters here, Dean. Not exactly like what we're used to, but close enough.
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and as much as he wants to keep his hold on dean's shirt, to keep contact with him on the off-chance that something else happens, he knows better than to cling when there are other things that need to be addressed. so he'll settle for keeping dean in his line of sight, keeping him as close as he can get away with without coming off as the clingy little brother he might have been when they were both younger, and he clears his throat at the response he gets, something of a very humorless laugh making its way free of the back of his tongue, something that sounds just a little tired. worn out. )
Heh. Well, 'okay' is kind of a relative term, isn't it? ( there's a little bit of a smile, for what he can manage, and at least it's genuine. because really, really, he's so happy to see his brother that he's nearly bursting at the seams with it – and sure, maybe it shows in his expression, the softness of it that takes the edge off the worry, the anxiety riddled through him at the thought of what it might mean for dean to be here at all. ) But I'm fine. I'm – I'm good.
( he's better, now that you're here, is what he's saying without saying it at all.
he shoves his hands into his pockets, if only for a lack of anything else to do with them, and gives a small shrug. there are a lot of things he could say about what he's been through since he first showed up here – most importantly, the fact that he'd made a horrible mistake that had ended in his turning into a wendigo and … ultimately being killed off by one of the resident gods here. resurrected and good as new, though, but do you think he's going to come right out and tell dean that?
if you think so, you've got another thing coming. ) No more than usual. ( it's given flippantly, as nonchalantly as he can get away with, though his gaze does stay averted for the smallest split second, enough for dean to know that he's probably lying, and lying badly. )
There are monsters here, Dean. Not exactly like what we're used to, but close enough.