[ where there's no heat in dean's words, his are fueled by angry, broken fire. ]
Don't you fuckin' tell me I didn't do enough-- I did everything I could. Everything. [ except no, he should have called sam before it was too late, gotten back together, been there for him, not chased him away--
and fuck, as if he doesn't already blame himself for it all.
he's stepping away from him then, livid enough to just-- want to hurt things, people, anything or anyone. ]
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Don't you fuckin' tell me I didn't do enough-- I did everything I could. Everything. [ except no, he should have called sam before it was too late, gotten back together, been there for him, not chased him away--
and fuck, as if he doesn't already blame himself for it all.
he's stepping away from him then, livid enough to just-- want to hurt things, people, anything or anyone. ]
We're done, this conversation is done.