[ Dean is pretty familiar with that feeling, the impending doom of the universe, the thoughts that nothing he does ruly matter, especially if this is all prophecy, anyway. What difference do his choices make, where is the free will?
He's very, very familiar with existential dread. ]
Careful, man. Lemme help you. [ Lean on him, Cas, on the side that doesn't have the duffle. Use his arm as a crutch. Something.
He glances over at the angel beside him, faces close, his eyes briefly dropping to those pretty lips that had been all over him a few nights ago.
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[ Dean is pretty familiar with that feeling, the impending doom of the universe, the thoughts that nothing he does ruly matter, especially if this is all prophecy, anyway. What difference do his choices make, where is the free will?
He's very, very familiar with existential dread. ]
Careful, man. Lemme help you. [ Lean on him, Cas, on the side that doesn't have the duffle. Use his arm as a crutch. Something.
He glances over at the angel beside him, faces close, his eyes briefly dropping to those pretty lips that had been all over him a few nights ago.
Get it together, Dean. ]
Can you make it to the car?