[He kinda wants to protest, but realistically Terry knows that his attitude has got to be pretty low on the list of problems that Dean has to deal with. But Terry just feels like an asshole and he doesn't like it.]
[Oh. He's being nice. Terry freezes, staring at Dean like a deer in headlights at the unexpected gesture. It's the tiniest thing, basically just politeness, but for some reason it's enough of a shock that it takes Terry a moment to actually reply.]
[A delicate balance of too much repression and not enough therapy mostly.]
[He pauses again, already primed to explain himself because he's had to so many times by now, and kinda has to reboot before he shakes his head again.]
I'm good, don't worry about me.
[literally expend no effort on him it's fine, he has water.]
I mean, there's a coke machine right outside the door. Pretty sure I can swing fifty cents.
[ Or a dollar, whatever a damned can of coke costs out of a machine these days. Regardless, he's already getting up to do it, so just sit there and take the niceness because Dean doesn't know how else to handle this kid. ]
[He takes two of them at random — the coke and whatever grape nonsense that is — and sets the grape aside, holding the coke in his hands with a confused frown.]
You don't have to be nice to me just because I bought you some beer, you know.
[ Look, he's trying. This is Dean trying - he's action, not words, because words are hard and he doesn't know what to do when them so drink your damn menagerie of drinks. ]
Do you have a favorite so I don't have to buy stock in Walmart brand grape soda?
[anyway that does make him crack just the slightest of smiles, a barely-there twitch at the corner of his mouth and an amused puff of breath. congratulations, Dean. You've witnessed a Rare Event.]
[If this were a normal situation, this would feel like a positive step forward, like maybe moving toward some kind of semi-friendly relationship. Something less awkward at least. But... Terry looks down at the coke can still clutched, unopened in his hands and frowns. He doesn't trust this guy, and it makes something about this all a bit confusing for him.]
[He's probably overthinking it, that's all. Terry sighs, turns his head to look at something else when he realises he's just been watching Dean while thinking about all this, and wait for him to finish ordering before he pipes up.]
[ Well, at least the trust thing is mutual. Dean hates/i> demons. ]
About...twenty five minutes. [ He checks his watch, checking the time so he can clock the delivery dude and fuss if it takes too long. Dean's hungry, sue him.
[ Honestly? He doesn't know shit about this kid. A friggin' therapist? Jesus Christ, hard pass. Last time he dealt with one, he'd been hallucinating her.
[He's pretty young for the job, so Terry assumes that's what trips Dean up, but he doesn't ask or make any shitty comments which is honestly a fucking relief as far as Terry's concerned. It gets real exhausting having to defend himself.]
I can stretch to pennies.
[He sits down at the table with the sigh of a man who knows he's about to lose a lot of pennies.]
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Okay. Good. [...] I'm glad you like the beer.
[Now they never have to talk again right.]
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dammit. ]
I do.
[ Dean ponders the six pack, peering at the label so he doesn't have to look anywhere else. ]
You want one?
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[He clears his throat and shakes his head.]
No. I, uh. I don't drink.
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Ahem. ]
Okay. Uh -- how about a soda?
[ That's...something, right? HOW DO YOU NOT DRINK Dean wants to holler but that's rude and it isn't his business so. Have a coke. ]
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[He pauses again, already primed to explain himself because he's had to so many times by now, and kinda has to reboot before he shakes his head again.]
I'm good, don't worry about me.
[literally expend no effort on him it's fine, he has water.]
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I mean, there's a coke machine right outside the door. Pretty sure I can swing fifty cents.
[ Or a dollar, whatever a damned can of coke costs out of a machine these days. Regardless, he's already getting up to do it, so just sit there and take the niceness because Dean doesn't know how else to handle this kid. ]
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[Terry's just gonna... Sit here..........]
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An armfull of stuff because he doesn't actually know what Terry likes. ]
Okay so I got Coke, Sprite, Orange, and a grape...thing.
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[He takes two of them at random — the coke and whatever grape nonsense that is — and sets the grape aside, holding the coke in his hands with a confused frown.]
You don't have to be nice to me just because I bought you some beer, you know.
[totally light and chill. it's no big deal.]
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[ Look, he's trying. This is Dean trying - he's action, not words, because words are hard and he doesn't know what to do when them so drink your damn menagerie of drinks. ]
Do you have a favorite so I don't have to buy stock in Walmart brand grape soda?
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[anyway that does make him crack just the slightest of smiles, a barely-there twitch at the corner of his mouth and an amused puff of breath. congratulations, Dean. You've witnessed a Rare Event.]
Coke's fine. [ u m . ] Thanks.
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Good. [ He's used to feeding and watering his little brother. ]
You hungry? Pretty sure we could rustle up a pizza.
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[see, he's easy]
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Toppings? Do you care?
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cool, never got this
[ Okay, cheese and sauce and some veggies it is. Maybe some pepperoni, too, cause Dean likes meat, like a normal all american boy. ]
rude of your inbox frankly
[He's probably overthinking it, that's all. Terry sighs, turns his head to look at something else when he realises he's just been watching Dean while thinking about all this, and wait for him to finish ordering before he pipes up.]
How long did they say?
idk why it does these things
About...twenty five minutes. [ He checks his watch, checking the time so he can clock the delivery dude and fuss if it takes too long. Dean's hungry, sue him.
...He's always hungry, though. ]
dw standing in the way of weird ships
[Terry sighs and shifts himself to sit cross-legged on the bed, ready for 25 minutes of awkward silence.]
dicks
...Wanna play cards or something? [ Otherwise he's going to just.
Shit, he doesn't even know. ]
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[It's not a no.]
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[ Come sit at this shitty motel table and they can play some poker or something. Anything besides awkward ass silence. ]
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[He's getting up and coming over to the table though. Kinda would've preferred the silence honestly, but he doesn't want to be a dick.]
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[ Honestly? He doesn't know shit about this kid. A friggin' therapist? Jesus Christ, hard pass. Last time he dealt with one, he'd been hallucinating her.
Lets just bypass that. ]
It's fine. We'll play for pennies.
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I can stretch to pennies.
[He sits down at the table with the sigh of a man who knows he's about to lose a lot of pennies.]
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