It feels hollow, a little. He appreciates the sentiment, he understands it, he knows Blake is right — but at the same time, he also remembers the vivid pain of being thrust backward onto that rebar spike. He remembers the life leaving his body. He remembers the edges of his vision going dark. He remembers dying. He shouldn't be here.
He's not sure if he wants to still be here. But that's too big a sentiment to bring up here and now, in front of Blake. He swallows it, and lets it disappear back into his own bloodstream instead.
At least one of them has a ferocity of will; it can't be Dean right now. All he can offer is a tight, sad smile made up mostly of quiet gratitude.
"You're crazy, you know that?" He muses, a little hoarse — but it sounds fond. If you listen closely.
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It feels hollow, a little. He appreciates the sentiment, he understands it, he knows Blake is right — but at the same time, he also remembers the vivid pain of being thrust backward onto that rebar spike. He remembers the life leaving his body. He remembers the edges of his vision going dark. He remembers dying. He shouldn't be here.
He's not sure if he wants to still be here. But that's too big a sentiment to bring up here and now, in front of Blake. He swallows it, and lets it disappear back into his own bloodstream instead.
At least one of them has a ferocity of will; it can't be Dean right now. All he can offer is a tight, sad smile made up mostly of quiet gratitude.
"You're crazy, you know that?" He muses, a little hoarse — but it sounds fond. If you listen closely.