Sam knows. He knows it's all fucked up, that Dean's not really Dean anymore, not where it matters, and that hurts. A lot. But there was a spark of something back in the camp... Probably squashed out the moment Sam died. He sighs.
"I hope we kill him. Maybe then... Dean could have some kind of life again. Maybe he can't go back to the old Dean... no, I know he can't, but. But maybe he'll be able to at least be something in-between."
He touches his swollen eyebrow gently, quiet and sad and exhausted.
At the pills, he frowns more deeply.
"Cas, you're a pill popper? This is a horrible time to pick up human fads."
It's a joke, sort of, but he looks nothing but concerned.
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Sam knows. He knows it's all fucked up, that Dean's not really Dean anymore, not where it matters, and that hurts. A lot. But there was a spark of something back in the camp... Probably squashed out the moment Sam died. He sighs.
"I hope we kill him. Maybe then... Dean could have some kind of life again. Maybe he can't go back to the old Dean... no, I know he can't, but. But maybe he'll be able to at least be something in-between."
He touches his swollen eyebrow gently, quiet and sad and exhausted.
At the pills, he frowns more deeply.
"Cas, you're a pill popper? This is a horrible time to pick up human fads."
It's a joke, sort of, but he looks nothing but concerned.