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We're both stuck here, jackass.

[ You need a hobby. ]

One of us kills the other, we get brought back. You shoot me, I shoot you. [ That's not the part he's worried about, though. ] Someone needs to watch Sam, and it's sure as hell not you.

See, there's the problem. It ain't gonna be you either. [ he has no plans on approaching sam, not for a while, but to think this dean would get to.... it doesn't settle right with him. ]

What makes you think you're any more fit to look after him, anyway? [ alright, more fit than him, but neither of them are good enough in the long run. ] Ain't either of our track records that clean when it comes to him, even if mine might be a little smudgier.

We're not exactly rolling in people I trust, here.

[ this Dean's Cas doesn't count, and neither does future Dean's. They don't have a lot of options here and like hell Dean's going to entrust that to anyone else. ]

What, what makes me more fit than you? How 'bout the fact Lucifer's not wearing him to prom?

[ true enough.

he grits out his words, more and more done with this conversation; ]

Lucifer isn't here. It won't happen again. [ not even on his watch. ]

Yet.

[ Dean gets right up in his face. ]

You forgetting how the angels dragged my ass through time to try and make a point? Who's gonna say there's no chance of Lucifer trying to get Sam here, 'cause he's pissed he didn't get him in my timeline? Hell, what if he shows up here?

[ if sam wasn't here, dean would be almost be excited at the idea of lucifer showing-- the hunt would be back on, he'd have a purpose again, another shot at killing the devil. ]

Then I'll kill him.

[ hissed right in your face. ]

Yeah, because you did a great job with Sam.

[ You're a fucking moron. ]

Doesn't sound like there're any better plans comin' from you.

[ sorta kinda, yeah. ]

[ Wow. Dean lifts his chin, stares him down, disgust written all over his face. ]

Something really is broken in you. You iced Sam. I bring it up and you don't even flinch. D'you really hate him that much?

[ He can't...wrap his mind around it. Yeah, he and Sam argue, but this is a whole new level of fuckery. ]

[ 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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