[ Sure, this comes pretty close to the tip of the proverbial weird iceberg. And that unto itself is a problem - not knowing what they're dealing with is always an issue. Even when they don't know, they usually have a clue, some inkling as to why the path has led to this point.
But right now this sort of seems out of his realm of reasoning. There's no reason for either of them to be here, not when they don't even know where here is. Even when Zachariah zapped him places, when he's been shown things out of the norm, there was always a rationale behind it. Something always presented itself in time as some kind of a twisted explanation, but this seems so remote that he can't wrap his mind around it.
Which either makes it infinitely worse or.. again, just really weird. Dean's not entirely sure.
And while they're not back home, Dean can at least comfort himself with the fact that he's here to drag Sam back. Not that he quite grasps the inherent issues with that belief, like he can simply storm around and get them back home, but he'll get there when he gets there. Until then, he can be pleased with the universe for including him in this utter fiasco. He didn't want to be here but sure fine, okay, he's here to help save the damn day. Because isn't that always just the way it goes.
... Okay. Three. He's got it now. Dean heaves a sigh, narrowing his gaze as he looks off at nothing in particular, trying to make sure his head is screwed on right. He doesn't quite know how to approach this, but that doesn't matter at the end of the day. Thinking about it isn't important, dealing with it is. And so he finally turns back to Sam and gets down to business, stops lingering over his thoughts and moves on. ]
Great. Okay.
[ Sam doesn't know jack shit, which admittedly, isn't very helpful. But they've been through worse before and Dean sort of shrugs the whole thing off, clapping a hand around Sam's arm and starting to pull him off in... oh, any ol' direction. ]
Three months means you know your way around, right?
ur face is wrong sam
But right now this sort of seems out of his realm of reasoning. There's no reason for either of them to be here, not when they don't even know where here is. Even when Zachariah zapped him places, when he's been shown things out of the norm, there was always a rationale behind it. Something always presented itself in time as some kind of a twisted explanation, but this seems so remote that he can't wrap his mind around it.
Which either makes it infinitely worse or.. again, just really weird. Dean's not entirely sure.
And while they're not back home, Dean can at least comfort himself with the fact that he's here to drag Sam back. Not that he quite grasps the inherent issues with that belief, like he can simply storm around and get them back home, but he'll get there when he gets there. Until then, he can be pleased with the universe for including him in this utter fiasco. He didn't want to be here but sure fine, okay, he's here to help save the damn day. Because isn't that always just the way it goes.
... Okay. Three. He's got it now. Dean heaves a sigh, narrowing his gaze as he looks off at nothing in particular, trying to make sure his head is screwed on right. He doesn't quite know how to approach this, but that doesn't matter at the end of the day. Thinking about it isn't important, dealing with it is. And so he finally turns back to Sam and gets down to business, stops lingering over his thoughts and moves on. ]
Great. Okay.
[ Sam doesn't know jack shit, which admittedly, isn't very helpful. But they've been through worse before and Dean sort of shrugs the whole thing off, clapping a hand around Sam's arm and starting to pull him off in... oh, any ol' direction. ]
Three months means you know your way around, right?