[ Maybe Dean presented it as a possibility because he's an asshole - he doesn't really know. He doesn't think Sam can get much better than he already is; like Cas, they are the only two objects in the universe that he wouldn't want to be any different than all the things they are. He can take their pains, their annoyances, their oddities and run with them because they're family. Because they're his, his people, his brothers in arms. They are all he knows, and the idea of splitting them into the parts is an obscenity, as if pulling one thing from them will set the whole world unravelling.
He wouldn't want them any different, not for the world, not for anything. They are all he knows, all he cares for in life, all he steps forward for. To think of them changing is a terrifying thing amongst all other terrifying things and Dean is already scared shitless, scared that he is their ruination, that they will leave because of all that he is. And maybe they will and maybe, at the end of the day, he would deserve every ounce of that.
But her comment still makes him almost come up with a laugh, lifting up another shot and almost sloshing the liquid sideways (party foul!) because it's just funny. It just is and he doesn't really know why, the absolute teenager racket of it, the teasing and the flirting and the bubbly not knowing. ]
Believe me, i'm not the type to go around spillin' secrets. [ Down the hatch goes the shot and Dean's starting to feel real damn cozy, like he wants to put his head down and blot out the world, but he shakes it instead and something spins sideways as he drags a hand across his eyes. ] Everybody else can tell 'em for me.
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this wasn't even supposed to happen!!!
Date: 2016-08-06 10:04 pm (UTC)He wouldn't want them any different, not for the world, not for anything. They are all he knows, all he cares for in life, all he steps forward for. To think of them changing is a terrifying thing amongst all other terrifying things and Dean is already scared shitless, scared that he is their ruination, that they will leave because of all that he is. And maybe they will and maybe, at the end of the day, he would deserve every ounce of that.
But her comment still makes him almost come up with a laugh, lifting up another shot and almost sloshing the liquid sideways (party foul!) because it's just funny. It just is and he doesn't really know why, the absolute teenager racket of it, the teasing and the flirting and the bubbly not knowing. ]
Believe me, i'm not the type to go around spillin' secrets. [ Down the hatch goes the shot and Dean's starting to feel real damn cozy, like he wants to put his head down and blot out the world, but he shakes it instead and something spins sideways as he drags a hand across his eyes. ] Everybody else can tell 'em for me.