He doesn't regret it - he would do this a thousand times over, save Sam from the fucking mess that was his life back there a thousand times if it meant he didn't have to go back but at the same time, Christ. John - he wouldn't say that. He'd said some fucked up stuff, and so did Dean, but not that. Never fucking that.
He doesn't know what he's supposed to say here, either, that's part of the problem. Too like his dad, not knowing what to say. It was easier when he was a kid and could just scoop Sam over, shove some froot loops at him, watch some cartoons.
"He's lying."
Dean's voice is a little fucked, a little uneven, but sure.
"Mom burned 'cause there was a demon out for us, and she - it wasn't on you. That's not on you, Sammy. D'you hear me?"
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Date: 2014-06-17 03:35 am (UTC)He doesn't know what he's supposed to say here, either, that's part of the problem. Too like his dad, not knowing what to say. It was easier when he was a kid and could just scoop Sam over, shove some froot loops at him, watch some cartoons.
"He's lying."
Dean's voice is a little fucked, a little uneven, but sure.
"Mom burned 'cause there was a demon out for us, and she - it wasn't on you. That's not on you, Sammy. D'you hear me?"