The reaction to the noise was pure instinct, like so many things now. His head snapped up, right arm moved carefully into his jacket into his jacket and his fingers gripped the handle of his gun underneath it.
He turned his head, and surprise registered on his face. Sam was the last person he expected, and he loosened the grip on his gun.
It drifted to the key in the ignition. He could be away before Sam had the time to react.
But he hesitated, before shaking his head at his brother. Bobby had told him to find a reason to stay alive, and now he had one. Bobby had said something else, too. Something that was now more true than it had ever been.
"Gotta go, Sam. This thing ain't gonna kill itself."
Rage swam so brightly behind Sam's eyes for a moment that he couldn't find words. Months. He'd been tracking his brother for months after he abandoned him and that's the only thing he think of? A fucking hunt? Before he could stop himself, Sam wrenched the door open, hauling Dean out by the front of his jacket and hitting him as hard as he could, sending him sprawling.
"You left. You fucking left me and that's all you have to say?"
He hit the floor but was back up quickly, absently wiping at the place where Sam had hit him. Injuries weren't much anymore, unless they prevented another hunt. Then he stayed away long enough to get to a level where he could function at least half-smoothly.
"It's... This is what I have to do. There's nothing else to say." He could focus on the hunt. Didn't have to think, feel, just focus and do the job. Get in, save the day, and get out. He needed it like he needed air these days.
"Nothing else to say? You walked out on me you son of a bitch! I've been half out of my mind with worry thinking you were dead somewhere. You've been hunting. Without me."
Focus through the fire. Focus through Lucifer's crooked grin.
"Why? And I swear to God if you say Bobby I'll hit you again."
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He turned his head, and surprise registered on his face. Sam was the last person he expected, and he loosened the grip on his gun.
It drifted to the key in the ignition. He could be away before Sam had the time to react.
But he hesitated, before shaking his head at his brother. Bobby had told him to find a reason to stay alive, and now he had one. Bobby had said something else, too. Something that was now more true than it had ever been.
"Gotta go, Sam. This thing ain't gonna kill itself."
You ain't a person, Dean. You're a hunter.
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"You left. You fucking left me and that's all you have to say?"
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"It's... This is what I have to do. There's nothing else to say." He could focus on the hunt. Didn't have to think, feel, just focus and do the job. Get in, save the day, and get out. He needed it like he needed air these days.
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Focus through the fire. Focus through Lucifer's crooked grin.
"Why? And I swear to God if you say Bobby I'll hit you again."
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