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weary_headDean sat where Angua had deposited him, staring after Angua's back as she went to rummage for pie ingredients. Sam was still at the bar, still hunched over his glass, shoulders tight and too long hair falling over his ears and into his eyes.
It made him look younger than he was, younger then the new lines around his eyes and mouth betrayed, and Dean's heart twisted a little tighter in his chest.
Sam would be okay here. Somehow, Dean could make that happen, and if not Dean than Jess or Dad or Twerp or any combination of people left on the island that loved him. The only person in the way of that was Sam himself, but Dean would find a way around that, too.
He just had to find a way around whatever it was that stood between them, first.
Sam had arrived on the island spitting words like apocalypse and Lucifer from his mouth, and those scared Dean, but not nearly as much as the look in Sam's eyes when he said them.
Dean sighed, tucking himself further into the booth, watching with an anxiousness barely contained while those around Sam came and went. Occasionally he looked away, out into the jungle beyond the Winchester, to his hands and the small but growing marks on his palms his own fingernails had left behind, but always Dean's focus shifted back to Sam at the bar.
"Fuck," he murmured, twitching helplessly as the long line of uncertain questions restarted themselves in his head. What the hell happened to us?
It made him look younger than he was, younger then the new lines around his eyes and mouth betrayed, and Dean's heart twisted a little tighter in his chest.
Sam would be okay here. Somehow, Dean could make that happen, and if not Dean than Jess or Dad or Twerp or any combination of people left on the island that loved him. The only person in the way of that was Sam himself, but Dean would find a way around that, too.
He just had to find a way around whatever it was that stood between them, first.
Sam had arrived on the island spitting words like apocalypse and Lucifer from his mouth, and those scared Dean, but not nearly as much as the look in Sam's eyes when he said them.
Dean sighed, tucking himself further into the booth, watching with an anxiousness barely contained while those around Sam came and went. Occasionally he looked away, out into the jungle beyond the Winchester, to his hands and the small but growing marks on his palms his own fingernails had left behind, but always Dean's focus shifted back to Sam at the bar.
"Fuck," he murmured, twitching helplessly as the long line of uncertain questions restarted themselves in his head. What the hell happened to us?
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Date: 2009-11-10 04:24 am (UTC)He took a long swig that burned all the way down, seeping hot and uncomfortable in a slow spread throughout his middle. "What do you mean, listened to you?"
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Date: 2009-11-11 02:03 am (UTC)"Nothing, Dean," he said, not wanting to complicate things. Dean did not deserve to feel worse, he would have to watch himself.
"There is a way to stop Lucifer yet," Castiel added, the words feeling like bile as they came out, "if you survived. And I'm sure you did, somehow."
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Date: 2009-11-12 01:46 am (UTC)"I mean, how's it get any worse than Lucifer?"
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Date: 2009-11-12 04:01 am (UTC)"Do not worry about the hows, there is nothing we can do from here," he finally said, when he knew he could keep his tone level. "It is not your burden to carry, and that is a good thing."
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Date: 2009-11-13 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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