( Why. Why do those fish have feet. Why was that shark in here. How does he always know when Dean and Cas are trying to have some kind of moment? He can't- he can't.

Dean stops for a full minute, pressing his fingertips to his eyelids, rubbing his eye sockets through what threatens to be an oncoming migraine. Just... really processing what a fucking joke his life is, and how stupid every choice he makes is, and how absurd the universe is, and the fact that this is reality.

And then he drags himself back to the present, frustrated and impatient. )

It doesn't matter, can we- can we get back to the whole- thing now, please? Jesus Christ, it's like living in some kind of aquarium soap opera.