[The kid one's not so bad -- but he does momentarily close his eyes on reflex, nodding. It couldn't been worse, he thinks. At least he hadn't had to deal with the uglier ones: with the demonic, ugly one, or Lucifer, or soulless Sam. At least it was still more him than any of those... less monstrous. Doesn't change the fact that him in Hell was pathetic, sad, so smashed up and defeated; doesn't change the shame in his face when he thinks that Dean had seen that.
Well, tit for tat, right?
He clears his throat.]
Not my most proud moment.
... Alright. Fair enough; Hell for Hell.
[And that's it, that's all. He quickly changes the subject.]
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Well, tit for tat, right?
He clears his throat.]
Not my most proud moment.
... Alright. Fair enough; Hell for Hell.
[And that's it, that's all. He quickly changes the subject.]
Which way am I going, exactly?