[He snaps back out of instinct. But.. Dean always kind of has, it's just that this is about Sam and agency over his own future. He so rarely has any control over his own life and this kicks up all that dust.
But Sam still quiets. He still relents. He's mad as hell but.]
No, he doesn't need to know that. Next time you decide to truth bomb him give me a heads up. What am I supposed to say to this?
Look, I'm sorry, okay? [ He could pontificate about it; I didn't mean to, I didn't think, I thought it was best -- but the reality is Cas fucked this shit up and while yeah, Dean is fine taking the beating, ultimately Sam is right. He should've been consulted and he would have been had it actually...been Dean calling the shots on this one. He hadn't formed a plan on how to talk to little Sam about all of this, but this was definitely not one of the options he'd had on the table. ]
You're right, I'm sorry. [ He says it again, to drive the point home as he reaches to take Sam's fluid and look properly at the message.
Great. ]
Tell him the truth. [ He droops a little, handing the phone back, shoulders hunching as he leans against the car. He's tired. Dean has been tired for a long time. ] Reiterate it isn't his fault. It was mine.
[ Dean doesn't like this anymore than Sam does; and Cas is...well. he's Cas, and decidedly not the angel that Sam knew. He's different, unapologetic, and Dean can only cover his tracks and deflect.
Cas just got here and he's been Dean's second for so long he just--
It's difficult to explain. Doesn't matter. ]
If he has any specific questions, let me know, I guess. [ HE'd probably know the answers, after all. ]
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[He snaps back out of instinct. But.. Dean always kind of has, it's just that this is about Sam and agency over his own future. He so rarely has any control over his own life and this kicks up all that dust.
But Sam still quiets. He still relents. He's mad as hell but.]
No, he doesn't need to know that. Next time you decide to truth bomb him give me a heads up. What am I supposed to say to this?
[Gesturing with his phone.]
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You're right, I'm sorry. [ He says it again, to drive the point home as he reaches to take Sam's fluid and look properly at the message.
Great. ]
Tell him the truth. [ He droops a little, handing the phone back, shoulders hunching as he leans against the car. He's tired. Dean has been tired for a long time. ] Reiterate it isn't his fault. It was mine.
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This is just... So unfair. For all of them but for the poor kid, he's done nothing wrong. God damn it.
But, also, it is better that it comes from them and not an outsider.
Sam supposes he was just hoping it was a bridge they would never have to cross. Sounds unlikely? Sure. But a guy can dream. ]
Yeah.. okay.
Thanks, I guess.
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Cas just got here and he's been Dean's second for so long he just--
It's difficult to explain. Doesn't matter. ]
If he has any specific questions, let me know, I guess. [ HE'd probably know the answers, after all. ]
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This is gonna suck.