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"So what do we know about this piece of shit spirit Sam?"
Not very nice Dean. I'm hurt. But you will see. You will suffer. You will feel the same pain that I did.
"Well, not much. I was gonna do some more research but I didn't have a chance...before..."
"Before I tried to shoot you?"
Yeah, that wasn't very brotherly of you now was it?
"You told me he was DEAD! You told me... he... Shit, keep talking Sammy... please..."
I mean, come on, trying to kill the only person on the planet who may have given two shits about you? That is so not cool. Look at him. Closely.
"Dean? Stay with me bro, focus on me. Look at me man. Don't listen to it..."
Just look at him Dean. You can see it, I know you can. He doesn't care about you anymore. You are damaged. You drag him down with you. He thinks you are losing your mind. And he is right!
"Dean, you okay? Talk to me dude. What's going on? Move your hands, please, let me see your face. You need to look at me! DEAN!"
"I...I can't think S'my. He's cutting me up from the inside out. He knows. How can he know about..."
"About what?"
"About... about me. And you. And dad. How does he know about all of it?"
"What? Dad?"
See that look Dean? Look at him. Keep talking. He already thinks you've lost your marbles. Go ahead. Put a little more icing on the Dean crazy cake.
"Just...forget it. Doesn't. Matter. What about him? Please Sam, we gotta find out what makes this nut job tick!"
Ouch. Manners Dean. Isn't that like...what's the saying? The pot calling the kettle black?
"Listen, I think we need to get the hell out of here. Get some fresh air and some food. We can do some research at the diner. What do ya say?"
"I don't know Sammy... I'm not feeling my best right now. Don't wanna disappoint the waitresses right?"
"Maybe you can take the night off for once Romeo."
Isn't that just typical. You are such a pain in the ass. Do you really know how many times Sam has had to watch you parade around with all of those sluts and whores? It makes him sick. YOU make him sick. You disgust him. You are a dirty, back stabbing, father murdering son of a bitch!
"Dean, it's happening again isn't it?"
"Y'h man. This bites... it's like he is sharing all my thoughts... my memories... my experiences... it's... it's hard not to listen you know?"
"I hear ya and that's all the more reason you need a distraction. Get out of this crappy motel room and get out for some air and different surroundings. Okay?"
"Okay Sam. Okay. I just gotta... gotta take a leak. You get the gear ready, I'll be right out."
"Alright but try to be quick okay? We just, we don't know what this thing is capable of."
Oh, I think you are starting to get the idea Dean. I can hear everything. I can see everything. Pretty soon there won't be any Dean left. You willpower will be gone. You will go mad. And you will take your precious little Sammy with you.
"Just get our stuff ready Sam, just need to drain the lizard."
"Ugh, not a nice visual at all dude!"
"You're just jealous... "
Aw, what's the matter Dean, feel like you are starting to crack? Boy, you don't look so good. Look like maybe you have met your match. Because you know, I can feel it starting. Your grip on reality starting to slip. The control of your well crafted wall starting to crumble. Brick by brick.
"Why are you doing this?"
Well now, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun for me if I told you would it? I think geekboy's research will shed a little light on the subject. Now now, run along like a good little soldier Dean.
"Dean, hurry up dude, don't make me break the damn door down!"
Why do you let him talk to you like that Dean? You are the older one. You are the wiser one. You are the one always putting him ahead of yourself. He really can be annoying sometimes. Right? Don't you wish... just once in a while... that he was gone?
"Of course not you piece of god damn shit! Just shut up! Sam is the only thing that matters to me. And NO! I don't ever wish that he was gone! JUST SHUT YOUR FRICKEN MOUTH YOU SPINELESS BASTARD!"
"DEAN! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! NOW!"
"I'm okay Sam. Chill. Just talking to myself again. You know, another day in the screwed up life of yours truly. Can we go now? I really want to find this guy and turn him into dust. He is really starting to piss me off."
Bravo. Another fine show. You really are good.
"Okay bro, let's get out of here. And by the way, I will do the driving."
"But..."
"Save it Dean. Come on, really? You think you should be driving when you are hearing voices? Not gonna happen so just hand them over like a good boy."
And now he is insulting your intelligence? He practically called you stupid. AND crazy. That doesn't sound like someone who cares Dean. That sounds like someone who needs to shut their mouth.
"Yeah. Maybe."
"What?"
"Nothing bitch, let's get this show on the road."
Yes, let's get the show on the road. Indeed.
TBC... Thanks again!