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[100deaths_a_day]

Dean'd lost count of how many years he spent in that place, only measuring the countless days by cutting or being cut. That was all that really mattered down there, after all. But dean... he'd always dreamed of the day he'd get out. always. At first it was a dream of escape, but then things changed after he felt the pain of his time on the rack and

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[hunter_returns]

“I don’t want to kill,” is all he says as they both walk out the door and towards the Impala. Sam could fight back, try and win, but he was tired of being alone, tired of being hurt.

Maybe Dean was right.

Maybe it was time someone else got hurt.

He was relaxing into the idea of sharing one body with his brother as he got into the car and the engine roared to life.

[100deaths_a_day]

He was roaring down the road as he looks in the rearview, fixing himself a deep stare for a few moments (but actually meaning it like it was aimed at Sam. After all, he was keeping him pretty much fully aware) before saying simply, and aloud, "Killing is what we do, sammy." He rolls his shoulder as he looks back at the road. "With a little perspective, I gotta say the british bitch was right. hunter, serial killer... fine line, Sam."

Sam's lips twist up into a very familiar, but not usually on his face, smirk. "The difference between the two is that a serial killer doesn't bother finding excuses."

[hunter_returns]

Bela. You're quoting Bela at me now? We kill monsters, Dean. We don't kill people for kicks. It's the job. It's what we do.

It's unsettling, watching while someone else makes his body move, driving the car, speaking in his voice. Dean was a familiar presence, if dark and tainted, but that didn't make the process any easier to bear.

The slow, nagging desire for demon blood probably isn't helping his general state of unease, either.

[100deaths_a_day]

Dean laughs a little, but it's nothing like his old, happy-from-his-gut laugh, and not just because it was in Sam's voice. "You get some sort of kick from the job, or you wouldn't do it. " He urges his foot on the pedal a little more, eating up the road at high speed. "And as for them being monsters, that's all an excuse. Humans... they're just as bad. If not worse. some of the people I had on the rack..." He chuckles, shaking his head. "you wouldnt believe some of the things the people I've met have done."