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[ you be happy he's shot enough people to last him through the month or this would end right here. ]

Do you want me to cry 'bout it? Still not gonna change any of it. [ a beat. ] If I hated Sam, I'd have let him burn the world years ago.

[ or let his body be used to do so, anyway. ]

[ He'd at least like to see something. Some indication there's any shred of himself in there. ]

Yeah, 'cause you can't change anything makes it okay. Good to know.

[ Dean's hands clench on his shirt, resisting the urge to punch him again, barely. ]

Dude, I was there. You as good as did.

No, I fought him for years, did everything I could to get him back, but--

But in the end I had to something, take a risk-- and it failed, alright? We both know what that tastes like. [ never mind that he'd gone into that fight knowing it most likely wouldn't work, that he would lose his life among his friend's.

greedy, but then, leaving that world behind hadn't been such a massive loss. ]

You didn't do enough.

[ Except there's no heat to his words. There's nothing but just a flat statement, because he didn't do enough, either. He'd broken when Sammy took the hit he did, and things only got worse before they got better. ]

Yeah. Doesn't mean I like it.

[ Doesn't mean he'll accept it easily. ]

[ 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. ]

We're done, this conversation is done.

[ No, he didn't. But they both know that and Dean's not about to beat a long dead horse.

When the other steps back, he does too, but he keeps a hand on his gun, just in case. ]

Yeah, it is. Stay away from Sam. We clear?

Whatever.

[ he's not going to agree to that, though he will stay away but dean doesn't need to know. instead he just sends a glare dean's way before turning on his heel, all intent on just stalking off. ]

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