( it takes a certain sort of … something to be able to spend nearly every waking moment with the same person. day after day, night after night, with barely more than – maybe – five minutes of alone time to one's self in a twenty-four hour period. with the exception of his stint away at stanford, there have been very few minutes in his days that haven't incorporated dean in some way, and while he'll never openly disagree with the codependency diagnosis, he really doesn't think he would want it any other way.
he'd tried his own apple pie life thing. had had it for a year with amelia and the dog, when he should have been looking for dean in purgatory, and it had been his own choice to leave them in the end. had been his choice again to not go back to her, even though she'd been more than willing to leave her husband in the dust behind them.
when he really thinks about it, there really has only ever been dean, in his past and of course, in his future, and he's all right with that. who else will have his back, especially when he finds himself in situations like these, if not his older brother? ( when have they never not had each other's backs when things like this happen, even if this might tip the scales on the weirder side of things? )
he winces, just a bit at dean's reaction, feels the slightest bit sorry for having broken the news to him like that – even when he thinks about it, there's no other way he could have come out with the truth other than to just come out with it, because there is no beating around the bush with these two, no matter how much he ends up trying to skirt the truth when it's something that he doesn't really want to say.
there's something to be said about the fact that he overlooks the talk of monsters, too. that's just par for the course for them, isn't it? ( yes, of course it is. ) and there isn't much he can do or say in the way of placation, because there isn't anything to say other than what's already been said, and it's all he can do now to lay it all out in the open.
which is to say that he has absolutely no idea how this could have happened, either. ) Three. ( he repeats it back to him, like saying it over and over again will make it more plausible – even though he's sure they both know it won't. it won't come anywhere near causing this to make any sense at all. )
I'd say there might be a trickster involved, but I don't think so. ( he breathes out a sigh, looks off to the side for a tiny moment. ) I … I got nothing, Dean. I have absolutely no idea what's going on, here.
shakes head that's wrong, deano. that's very wrong.
he'd tried his own apple pie life thing. had had it for a year with amelia and the dog, when he should have been looking for dean in purgatory, and it had been his own choice to leave them in the end. had been his choice again to not go back to her, even though she'd been more than willing to leave her husband in the dust behind them.
when he really thinks about it, there really has only ever been dean, in his past and of course, in his future, and he's all right with that. who else will have his back, especially when he finds himself in situations like these, if not his older brother? ( when have they never not had each other's backs when things like this happen, even if this might tip the scales on the weirder side of things? )
he winces, just a bit at dean's reaction, feels the slightest bit sorry for having broken the news to him like that – even when he thinks about it, there's no other way he could have come out with the truth other than to just come out with it, because there is no beating around the bush with these two, no matter how much he ends up trying to skirt the truth when it's something that he doesn't really want to say.
there's something to be said about the fact that he overlooks the talk of monsters, too. that's just par for the course for them, isn't it? ( yes, of course it is. ) and there isn't much he can do or say in the way of placation, because there isn't anything to say other than what's already been said, and it's all he can do now to lay it all out in the open.
which is to say that he has absolutely no idea how this could have happened, either. ) Three. ( he repeats it back to him, like saying it over and over again will make it more plausible – even though he's sure they both know it won't. it won't come anywhere near causing this to make any sense at all. )
I'd say there might be a trickster involved, but I don't think so. ( he breathes out a sigh, looks off to the side for a tiny moment. ) I … I got nothing, Dean. I have absolutely no idea what's going on, here.