[Dean doesn't know how to feel about that, and it would be obvious even to anyone who wasn't Cass. He's angry about it, he can't help but be, he loves her; he wants good things for her, not stabbed through the chest. And the stabbing doesn't help either: he remembers the sound knives make punching through flesh, remembers watching Sam crumple into the mud, remembers watching a stranger make a run for it because his job was done.
A strange kind of empathy, because Dean doesn't remember dying but he remembers waking up, back in that hospital in Missouri, long before he knew anything about the Barge. He remembers being confused, and he remembers thinking he missed something, something important, and he remembers knowing he should be dead.
Relief, because she's back; the guilt, because he didn't want to be this deep into her life, not until she told him, but he promised; anger again, washing fresh over his distaste for Cain, for willfully doing this; the creeping, bile-raising horror that anyone could do this to kids, distant and vague but present from the core of him. It's all there in the pause before he speaks.
The nameless dread that he knows how people are brought back in his world, and it's never good.
He frowns, goes with the empathy and the protectiveness.] How?
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18/7/13 06:59 (UTC)A strange kind of empathy, because Dean doesn't remember dying but he remembers waking up, back in that hospital in Missouri, long before he knew anything about the Barge. He remembers being confused, and he remembers thinking he missed something, something important, and he remembers knowing he should be dead.
Relief, because she's back; the guilt, because he didn't want to be this deep into her life, not until she told him, but he promised; anger again, washing fresh over his distaste for Cain, for willfully doing this; the creeping, bile-raising horror that anyone could do this to kids, distant and vague but present from the core of him. It's all there in the pause before he speaks.
The nameless dread that he knows how people are brought back in his world, and it's never good.
He frowns, goes with the empathy and the protectiveness.] How?