[ maybe blake has something of a point, but dean believes in sam and cas, and that they'll figure this out. mixing up blake in it just seems... like a damn bad idea. there are others he'd choose over the cop any day. so dean doesn't sound too phased, not by this or the awkward way blake's words trail off. ]
It's gonna be. I'll make damn sure of that.
[ because if it isn't, and this is something bigger, then it's gonna turn into another figure out wonderland mission for dean. and just like he's failed to find a way out, he's going to be stuck chasing some mystery murderer who'll keep dropping bodies left and right. so case of the week it is, it has to be. ]
Just hover around Jesse and Clarisse. Help 'em out all you want. But I'm good.
[ He just doesn't get it, does he? Of course he doesn't, he's Dean Fucking Winchester. At one time, Blake would have been his second choice next to his brother— Okay, third choice after Castiel, but some choice. Instead, John's been relegated to the land of paranoia and over-achievement.
At times like this, he can really start to understand the glimpse of his future Wonderland had projected out in front of him: with friends like this, who needs enemies?
The long pause on the other end is comprised of silent disappointment and a lingering bitterness, but he manages to suppress most of it when he speaks up again, this time considerably more quietly. ]
Yeah, okay. [ Thank for nothin'. ] Happy huntin'...
[ Intensely disheartened, he ends the call as abruptly as he started it, knowing some battles just can't be won. ]
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It's gonna be. I'll make damn sure of that.
[ because if it isn't, and this is something bigger, then it's gonna turn into another figure out wonderland mission for dean. and just like he's failed to find a way out, he's going to be stuck chasing some mystery murderer who'll keep dropping bodies left and right. so case of the week it is, it has to be. ]
Just hover around Jesse and Clarisse. Help 'em out all you want. But I'm good.
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At times like this, he can really start to understand the glimpse of his future Wonderland had projected out in front of him: with friends like this, who needs enemies?
The long pause on the other end is comprised of silent disappointment and a lingering bitterness, but he manages to suppress most of it when he speaks up again, this time considerably more quietly. ]
Yeah, okay. [ Thank for nothin'. ] Happy huntin'...
[ Intensely disheartened, he ends the call as abruptly as he started it, knowing some battles just can't be won. ]