( Ah, the glowing energy of youth. Dean can't help but be a little annoyed and jealous about it — god, he sure does remember being in his 20s. He could go for days on nothing but a catnap and six pots of coffee. Now, he gets knocked on his ass by one giant worm and his back's sore for three straight days. His knees ache. His right shoulder's stiff. Damn the youths and their rubber bones.
In any case, he seems to have given up his half-hearted fight to get Jesper to stay away from monster hunting. He knows a losing battle when he sees one, and while he may not wholeheartedly approve, he does acknowledge Jesper's skills. He's a useful ally and a benefit to a hunt, talented as hell, Dean just doesn't love the sense of responsibility he feels for bringing in a nineteen-year-old kid to a highly lethal, dangerous situation.
Considering what he let Jesper do to those bandits while he was high on Mark Rage, you'd think he'd be over it by now. Not the case. He wasn't really himself then, he made terrible, irresponsible, bad decisions. He feels differently now, mentally. He thinks of Claire. He thinks of Krissy. He thinks of Ben. They don't have the same dynamic as Dean has with Inej, he's not in a quasi-guardianship role here, but it's still hard to suppress the sort-of-dad energy that protests the entire concept.
But they're on a job right now, it's time to focus and be professional. )
Not exactly.
( He sighs, accepting the flask immediately and bringing it to his lips. Only slightly disappointed when he realizes it's water and not booze. He still drinks a hefty swallow, then offers the flask back. )
He said something about giant teeth and beams of light, and that he wasn't stupid enough to stick around for a good look. Apparently it's friggin' massive, though.
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In any case, he seems to have given up his half-hearted fight to get Jesper to stay away from monster hunting. He knows a losing battle when he sees one, and while he may not wholeheartedly approve, he does acknowledge Jesper's skills. He's a useful ally and a benefit to a hunt, talented as hell, Dean just doesn't love the sense of responsibility he feels for bringing in a nineteen-year-old kid to a highly lethal, dangerous situation.
Considering what he let Jesper do to those bandits while he was high on Mark Rage, you'd think he'd be over it by now. Not the case. He wasn't really himself then, he made terrible, irresponsible, bad decisions. He feels differently now, mentally. He thinks of Claire. He thinks of Krissy. He thinks of Ben. They don't have the same dynamic as Dean has with Inej, he's not in a quasi-guardianship role here, but it's still hard to suppress the sort-of-dad energy that protests the entire concept.
But they're on a job right now, it's time to focus and be professional. )
Not exactly.
( He sighs, accepting the flask immediately and bringing it to his lips. Only slightly disappointed when he realizes it's water and not booze. He still drinks a hefty swallow, then offers the flask back. )
He said something about giant teeth and beams of light, and that he wasn't stupid enough to stick around for a good look. Apparently it's friggin' massive, though.