"No, we can't." It hurt him to say it, and not just for her sake. Back home there was always a way out, however stupid or suicidal, and here there was nothing. No demons, no charms, not even a god to pray to.
But maybe that was okay, in a small but significant way. Dean had just about had his fill of watching people lose their minds with grief. Sam had been all but mad with revenge when Jess died, to say nothing of what their father had done - maybe having nothing to rail against wasn't such an awful thing this time. "You want anything, you need anything, I don't care what it is," he rasped out. "You tell me."
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Date: 2009-07-31 12:27 am (UTC)But maybe that was okay, in a small but significant way. Dean had just about had his fill of watching people lose their minds with grief. Sam had been all but mad with revenge when Jess died, to say nothing of what their father had done - maybe having nothing to rail against wasn't such an awful thing this time. "You want anything, you need anything, I don't care what it is," he rasped out. "You tell me."