[CLOSED] || This is a title. They're talking, what else is there to say?

[100deaths_a_day]

Who: Dean Winchester 100deaths_a_day || Dante albinoidiot
What: Dean and Dante are talking. Again. In the cafeteria, this time though.
Where: The Cafeteria
When: February 11
Warning: Mouth, manliness
Status: Incomplete. Closed.

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[albinoidiot]

Dante ad tried to start up conversation with the moody individual sitting at his twelve o'clock sever times during their two and a half hour long meeting but eventually, he had lost his patience. If Dean was going to brood about who knows what and keep it to himself and just get drunk, Dante was at least going to get food out of this.

There were several empty bowls of strawberry ice creams lined up in a pretty file all across the table in a zig-zag lines without taking much of Dean's personal space into consideration. He was keeping himself entertained as he licked at his spoon raising an eyebrow as he heard something other than silence from Dean.

"Well. It speaks." He pointed out, taking another nom of ice cream. "What's you're fault, exactly?"

[100deaths_a_day]

There's a chuckle, and it's stuck between amused and very unamused. A hand rubbed the back of his neck.

So much. Oh so very much was his fault.

"The apocalypse." he'll stick to the main issue. Not the main issue that was really bothering him, but hell... That was the main domino that started off the others in the run. Obviously, he'd done shit before then which had started a chain of events... but that had been the pre-amble, really.

[albinoidiot]

Dante couldn't help but roll his eyes. He had heard Dean utter those exact words but the apocalypse had become just another generic every-day term. The world was all was in trouble. Sure, it was enough to make Dante a ball of stress but he had learned that no matter how close the world got to being taken over by demons something always happened. Sometimes that something was him but the point still stood: the world wasn't ending anytime soon.

"If I had a nickle for every time the world was at a brink of an apocalypse, Dean, I would have ended world hunger back when I was seventeen." He muttered with a shrug. "I doubt any apocalypse was your fault. Why are you blaming yourself?"

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