Not like Sam's around to point it out anymore. Dean closes his eyes a moment, shoves back the grief. He can do something, here. He can't fix what happened earlier, but he can fix this, that's a start.
Dean takes a spot on the furthest end of the table, and sinks against it like his body's too heavy for him. It feels like it, sometimes.
"Trust me. I try and explain what happened and you're gonna think I'm nuts instead."
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Not like Sam's around to point it out anymore. Dean closes his eyes a moment, shoves back the grief. He can do something, here. He can't fix what happened earlier, but he can fix this, that's a start.
Dean takes a spot on the furthest end of the table, and sinks against it like his body's too heavy for him. It feels like it, sometimes.
"Trust me. I try and explain what happened and you're gonna think I'm nuts instead."