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."
He'd been saying the same thing, that the other shoe will drop, for a long while now.
He gave a long sigh He felt so damn weary it was almost a surprise he was still upright. "You don't understand." It was one of the reasons he had to do this alone.
He was just going to give up on him. None of it mattered to Dean. It didn't matter what hallucinations he fought through, how hard it had been for him.
"No. I don't. And I don't care. We do this alone, we wind up dead."
We do this together and we wind up dead anyway. It just takes longer. Is that a good or a bad thing? Sounds bad at the minute. That thought led him to his next one; one he didn't spend too long thinking about it. He knew he wouldn't like the answer.
What the hell am I chasing? Evil? Revenge? or death? He found he was okay with any answer of the three.
"That's how we all wind up sometime." A quick reach for and swig from his flask banished the painful thoughts that his mind had started towards. or staved them off a little, at least.
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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He gave a long sigh He felt so damn weary it was almost a surprise he was still upright. "You don't understand." It was one of the reasons he had to do this alone.
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He was just going to give up on him. None of it mattered to Dean. It didn't matter what hallucinations he fought through, how hard it had been for him.
"No. I don't. And I don't care. We do this alone, we wind up dead."
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What the hell am I chasing? Evil? Revenge? or death? He found he was okay with any answer of the three.
"That's how we all wind up sometime." A quick reach for and swig from his flask banished the painful thoughts that his mind had started towards. or staved them off a little, at least.
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