Interesting Mind (gen, implied wincest if you squint;)
Shifter!Dean! thoughts
Interesting mind…interesting feelings.
He hates himself, you know? He hates the darkness he has in him. He hates how easy it is for him to hunt, to kill.
He hates that he’s stuck with this life, sometimes. He knows he’ll die young, he knows that no one will care. He thinks you won’t care. But we know better, don’t we, Sammy?
He hates it that you went away…he’s jealous of that, he thinks that you were strong enough to break free, that what was happening between you two didn’t matter enough.
He can’t see you the way I do…he can’t smell you.
He calls you Sammy…and caring for you, loving you is the only thing keeping him sane and human, you know that?
He feels guilty, you know? You should be in his head, boy…and see what I’m seeing, feel what he feels, but then again…you just need to look in a mirror: there’s only you…and sometimes your dad…although he doesn’t wonder how his lips taste like, he doesn’t wish to trail his hands all over his body.
He doesn’t imagine him as he fucks some woman into the matress…there’s only you.
Interesting mind, interesting man…so screwed up, so strong, so full of darkness and that something that it’s eating him up from the inside. I guess it’s a moot point, now. You’ll die…he’ll follow you down.
Or the other way around, really, I’m not picky.
You should take a tour in Dean’s mind, Sammy…you really should.
Interesting mind…interesting feelings.
He hates himself, you know? He hates the darkness he has in him. He hates how easy it is for him to hunt, to kill.
He hates that he’s stuck with this life, sometimes. He knows he’ll die young, he knows that no one will care. He thinks you won’t care. But we know better, don’t we, Sammy?
He hates it that you went away…he’s jealous of that, he thinks that you were strong enough to break free, that what was happening between you two didn’t matter enough.
He can’t see you the way I do…he can’t smell you.
He calls you Sammy…and caring for you, loving you is the only thing keeping him sane and human, you know that?
He feels guilty, you know? You should be in his head, boy…and see what I’m seeing, feel what he feels, but then again…you just need to look in a mirror: there’s only you…and sometimes your dad…although he doesn’t wonder how his lips taste like, he doesn’t wish to trail his hands all over his body.
He doesn’t imagine him as he fucks some woman into the matress…there’s only you.
Interesting mind, interesting man…so screwed up, so strong, so full of darkness and that something that it’s eating him up from the inside. I guess it’s a moot point, now. You’ll die…he’ll follow you down.
Or the other way around, really, I’m not picky.
You should take a tour in Dean’s mind, Sammy…you really should.