With the way things are going, Sam was right not to trust Dean. Not about anything.
Look what trusting Dean got him.
Dead.
Dean grits his teeth, forcing himself to stay stock-still as the demon hellbitch leans closer.
He can almost smell the sulfur in the air.
(He can almost hear the hellhounds, but he's not thinking of what the others looked like when the dogs were done, he's not -- )
"You ain't no girl, sweetheart. I hate to break it to you."
What Dean wants to do is get on with it. But showing his hand too soon (and it's a shitty fucking hand, there's no way he's leaving here without making a deal and they both know it, everyone knows it, Meg down in hell is probably laughing her goddamn ass off about it, and oh but that was not a thought to have, not when she's gonna get to visit him up close and personal sooner rather than later. Fuck.) --
Showing his hand too soon is just not how he wants to go out.
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With the way things are going, Sam was right not to trust Dean. Not about anything.
Look what trusting Dean got him.
Dead.
Dean grits his teeth, forcing himself to stay stock-still as the demon hellbitch leans closer.
He can almost smell the sulfur in the air.
(He can almost hear the hellhounds, but he's not thinking of what the others looked like when the dogs were done, he's not -- )
"You ain't no girl, sweetheart. I hate to break it to you."
What Dean wants to do is get on with it. But showing his hand too soon (and it's a shitty fucking hand, there's no way he's leaving here without making a deal and they both know it, everyone knows it, Meg down in hell is probably laughing her goddamn ass off about it, and oh but that was not a thought to have, not when she's gonna get to visit him up close and personal sooner rather than later. Fuck.) --
Showing his hand too soon is just not how he wants to go out.