No one knows, I lost my soul long ago [TM #300]
[This is…]
This is not the grape juice stain in the back seat of the Impala. Dean can’t take swats for this and get Sam off the hook. He acts like it is.
”You made a mess. We’ll clean it up
Sam wants to know how. He needs details. He needs a plan. He needs to be able to research this. Only no one has ever made this mess before. There’s no trail blazed and no ready made solution.
But Sam thinks it would all be a lot better if Dean could act like it was okay. He knows that’s expecting too much. This isn’t the grape juice stain in the back seat of the Impala.
He thought they’d get past this. Together. That was what they did because together was all they had left. Except they don’t seem to have that anymore either. Somehow the culmination of everything he’s done did what each incident on its own couldn’t.
They’re as broken as the ground Lucifer came from and Sam’s afraid they’re just going to stay that way.
This is not the grape juice stain in the back seat of the Impala. Dean can’t take swats for this and get Sam off the hook. He acts like it is.
”You made a mess. We’ll clean it up
Sam wants to know how. He needs details. He needs a plan. He needs to be able to research this. Only no one has ever made this mess before. There’s no trail blazed and no ready made solution.
But Sam thinks it would all be a lot better if Dean could act like it was okay. He knows that’s expecting too much. This isn’t the grape juice stain in the back seat of the Impala.
He thought they’d get past this. Together. That was what they did because together was all they had left. Except they don’t seem to have that anymore either. Somehow the culmination of everything he’s done did what each incident on its own couldn’t.
They’re as broken as the ground Lucifer came from and Sam’s afraid they’re just going to stay that way.