Dean's silence is loud. It radiates off him, this possibility, the implications behind it. He spends a few seconds in stillness, the knuckle of one hand pressing against his lips as he contemplates it.
If Lucifer's right, if he can't die... if the Mark consistently gets stronger, steadily corrupts, makes him worse, and he can't even take himself out of the equation like he'd been planning?
Yeah, that's not a good eventuality. That's a real worst case scenario. Something he's going to have to address sooner rather than later. His eyes flicker from Jo to Cas, from Cas to Sam, and then finally they land and linger on Geralt.
They talked about it once in passing. After this, it's time for a more formal discussion — but somewhere away from the other participants in this conversation, because he imagines it'd go over like a lead friggin balloon.
Eventually, finally, he reels himself back into the present — murmuring softly after Jo's dismissive speculated theory, "Well, at least he's right about one thing."
He would spend his immortality hunting that son of a bitch down. That would be priority numero uno if he ever embraced going off the rails. Either Lucifer would find a way to end him thus solving the problem, or he'd kill Lucifer, which wouldn't really solve anything, but it sure would feel good.
Color him equally curious about Sam's question, though. What method of control?
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Dean's silence is loud. It radiates off him, this possibility, the implications behind it. He spends a few seconds in stillness, the knuckle of one hand pressing against his lips as he contemplates it.
If Lucifer's right, if he can't die... if the Mark consistently gets stronger, steadily corrupts, makes him worse, and he can't even take himself out of the equation like he'd been planning?
Yeah, that's not a good eventuality. That's a real worst case scenario. Something he's going to have to address sooner rather than later. His eyes flicker from Jo to Cas, from Cas to Sam, and then finally they land and linger on Geralt.
They talked about it once in passing. After this, it's time for a more formal discussion — but somewhere away from the other participants in this conversation, because he imagines it'd go over like a lead friggin balloon.
Eventually, finally, he reels himself back into the present — murmuring softly after Jo's dismissive speculated theory, "Well, at least he's right about one thing."
He would spend his immortality hunting that son of a bitch down. That would be priority numero uno if he ever embraced going off the rails. Either Lucifer would find a way to end him thus solving the problem, or he'd kill Lucifer, which wouldn't really solve anything, but it sure would feel good.
Color him equally curious about Sam's question, though.
What method of control?