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knightsoflegend2019-03-16 12:12 pm
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new orleans ♔ and you were the light that brought me back
War of Hearts - Russell Taylor
WHO ||Dean, Rose, Sam, Alainn [closed]
WHAT || Dean & Rose spontaneously tie the knot
WHERE || The French Quarter 24/7 Wedding Chapel, New Orleans
WHEN || A couple weeks post LA, after the Rafael rescue (2017)
HOW || Actionspam (single thread)
[ No one probably ever thought this day would come, probably least of all the bride and groom.
But a surprise proposal (of sorts) from Rose has led them both here, as the clock clicks close to midnight, to one of the only 24/7 wedding chapels there is, conveniently located right here in New Orleans, where they happened to make the decision. Neither one of them seems to want a big wedding, so much as they just want to get married already, although everyone is a little concerned that Dean is going to develop cold feet as the time draws nearer. With a nat 20 will save though, he's actually eerily calm about the whole thing as Sam drives him to the place and they fill out the paperwork, while Alainn gets Rose ready in a nearby room. Dean takes a moment to slip the guy running the place some cash money under the table not to put their name up on the public registry that they keep on their website, to at least not flagrantly advertise their location. By the time anyone traces them here from the actual signing of documents, they should be long gone. Once all that's done, Dean and Sam have a few moments alone while they go to process everything, and he steps into the chapel room, walking slowly down the aisle with his hands shoved in the pockets of the suit that Alainn picked up for him and Sam talked him into actually wearing, studying the kooky decor with a pensive look on his face. ]
well shit son
Welp. She sure looks like trouble. Gorgeous, but that just means double the trouble in his book. (That sure was only a 25 on his Will Save. He's intimidated. Or as intimidated as he gets She looks scary as shit, he'll give her that, kudos, demon-lady.) Bobby stops short and stares at her, wary and alert for a moment before he finally registers the figure she's standing with.
He stares. And then does a doubletake before glancing back over his shoulder at Sammy behind him.
Only to turn and stare some more. ]
....What in the holy hells...?
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But that wasn’t the life they got to live anymore and it probably never would be.
Even before the door flies open, Rose is reaching for the weapon strapped to her thigh. The tension that radiates through her body perhaps warning the others before she has a chance to do so and in the end, it’s not shock in her features that greets the Fiends who stand in front of her. There’s no fear, despite how intimidating they are by their mere existence and Elena, you might be the Queen of Hell but there will be no reading her mind today because you two just showed up and tainted her wedding with your bullshit and she is done, with you and your shit. (Will Save Nat 20).
It’s equally hard to read the emotion on her face at first as Rose shifts to block as much of the entry to the church as she can, her eyes locked on the ones that are as familiar as they are foreign as she holds her stake out as a warning that she could, and would use it. It’s the familiarity in that face that makes her think of Sam, their Sam and Rose’s body shifts infinitesimally as if to block the new arrivals view of him as she… declares In Harms Way for him.
It’s only when she speaks that anyone would get a sense of the rage that burns in her blood. Rose’s features twisting with loathing as she spits the words out through gritted teeth. ]
How. Dare you.
[ It’s in that moment that Rose’s body almost seems to begin to glow. A soft, barely perceptible light and it’s moving, traveling towards the stake in her hand, building into a crackling light of energy that dances and crackles along her blade is it begins to glow with pure divine light.
It’s fine. This is fine.]
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He barely even notices Elena, honestly. He couldn't beat that intimidate if he tried, so his eyes skate past her fiendish features and settle on, well...
...it's like looking into a mirror. No doubt when he first arrived he looked a lot younger than this one but now...they're almost identical, especially considering the outfits. In the face of his literal evil twin, of all the things he's done in the last couple of years that involve him by proxy, he experiences some brief mental panic, even as he's moving to cover Bobby (will save 16).
The fact that Rose is literally like living electricity in the next moment is what breaks him out of his brief stupor, and he lifts his gun to train on the two fiends, jaw clenched as he mutters over his shoulder.]
Bobby, stay behind me.
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dean is fucking stunned for almost a full minute, time seeming to move in slow motion for him as he turns to process what the actual fuck is happening, and his eyes land on sam - his sam, once upon a time - the brother he died for, and the brother who betrayed him and left him broken for years.
he's not entirely immune to the intimidating presence of the fiendish queen behind sam, but he plays it off effectively enough that it's hard to tell he's rattled at all (will save 30 and 25 vs the other effect). but he barely spares her a second glance anyway, as he finally moves at the sound of his brother's voice beside him, reminding him of the stakes, and grounding him enough to find his voice.
where he was keeping it in the suit is difficult to say, but he draws out a wicked looking knife carved with runes that flashes in the light reflecting off rose as he moves up beside her and sam. ]
... Give me one good goddamn reason not to drive this right in your gut, you evil sonuvabitch. [ that voice of his isn't without a deep tremble to it, belying the tough guy act for what it really is: a deep wound that cuts to the core of him, one still laced with anger and resentment and soul-rending heartache after all this time. ] I told you if I ever saw you again, I'd kill you.
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brotherly. ] You're not going to stand there and say you've forgotten about your deal. [ he gives him a Look that is just about as pointed as possible ]
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She steps up evenly with him, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She knows Rose still (wisdom 23) and she knows that that was precisely the wrong thing to say, but there's something in her voice, the way it's said harshly and commanding, a verbal warning, that gives away that she's personally not okay with what he's just said either.]
Sam.
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What I mean is this doesn't have to turn violent. And it's better for everyone if it doesn't.
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...Even if one of them is currently looking like Sam's evil twin. When the first one (second one? Good one? The one not wearing the tacky white suit?) cautions him to get behind him, Bobby just gives a quiet scoff and pulls out a pistol of his own, letting it rest in the crook of his elbow for a moment before he takes a step forward to join the rest of them, easily falling in line.
...And definitely not hiding behind Sam's pantlegs. What does he look like here? Some toddler in need of protecting? He's been hunting longer than both of them combined.
But he's not the one inciting violence, either, although he fixes this other Sam with an intent look (Sense Motive 34) as he tries to get a read on him. Or maybe just what the hell is going on. ]
Seems to me you're the one crashing into a party he wasn't invited to. [ That's just a guess, but considering Dean's reaction... ] So say your piece or be on your way.
[ ...That actually doesn't sound likely in the least, but from reading the reactions of the other three here, this was a bucket full of ripe crap left on their doorstep. It made for careful walking. ]
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I made no such deal. [ Her tone a deadly reminder that she isn't here to play. (Intimidate 38]
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Or so help me, deal or no deal? There won't be anything left of him to talk.
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If you're going to let her kill me just for standing here, do it already. [ again, probably the worst thing to say, but he says it anyway (unsure). ] But if you think that's going to get anyone downstairs off your back, you've got everything backwards.
[ his next words come out aggressively, deliberately, practically a slap ] Hell doesn't want anything more to do with you, Dean.
I'm here to try to tell you that, because apparently you won't believe it any other way. But if you can't let this go, you're going to start forcing their hand. Do you really want to go through all that again? Do you want to put your wife through that? Him? [ apparently, saying his own name is still a bridge too weird for even fiend!sam, but he does nod in the direction of sam 2.0. ]
Bobby?
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The way Dean speaks rips him apart all over again, reminding him anew of what he'd been through, and everything he'd done to let him down.
And yet he listens to him speak, his mouth dry and his insides tied up into knots, and he finds a source of clarity there. Maybe not everything Glasya ever told him was a lie. Or maybe, it's because he knows himself, and he wouldn't be able to live with doing that to his brother forever (sense motive 24).]
I don't think he's lying, Dean.
[There's a clear uncertainty to the way he says it, because in the end it's his call, but he's also pretty sure that killing him won't make anything better.]
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She lets out a shaky breath, stepping in front of Sam before literally exposing her back to the entire group to try and get him to look at her.]
Sam, we need to go. This was a mistake.
[Diplomacy 51. There's no command in her words. It's almost as if she's pleading with him.]
Please. They don't need your help. You've done enough.
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He doesn't know the history here, even though it's obvious there's a lot of it. And probably all of it bad. But what he does pick up on is the pleading in Sam's voice - something he probably never intended to show in the first place. He doesn't miss the raw emotion in Dean's either.
Apparently, not even alternate universes is enough to change everything between these brothers. here they were, at odds all over again.
Which is why he sighs and steps forward, putting himself between both groups now and hoping that's not a big-ass mistake right there. He holds out a hand to Dean catching his gaze and holding it. He doesn't add Rose to this - he doesn't know her, but he knows Dean, hopes that maybe he can diffuse this long enough to figure out what's so dang important to bring these two face to face when there's outstanding death threats on the table. ]
Easy. Both of you. [ (Diplomacy Nat20 anyone?) ] Dean, I don't know what this deal is you two have, but he's obviously here for a reason. Sam... I'm assuming you're Sam? [ This comes with an arched eyebrow as Bobby turns back to face the newcomer in the white suit, fixing him with an intent look as his eyes scrunch up and he holds his gaze for a long moment. ] What is it we need to know? I'm listening and so is... [ this is awkward. he glances back at the other Sam. There really needs to be a better way to tell these two apart. ] ...Sam. What it that's got you all ruffled over what we'll be going through this time? Because it seems like you've already put the happy couple through quite a bit.
[ Oh yeah, he hadn't missed those words, Miss Evil-in-a-black-dress. She might be pleading with him, but right this moment, in his own way? So is Bobby. ]
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But then there’s a shift, a flash in her eyes, an unexpected wavering in her emotions and she looks at Sam, really looks at him and whatever she sees or senses? Her stake drops an inch or two as certain pieces start to fall into place. She becomes oblivious to the other people around her, only aware of Dean barely clinging to what remains of his composure and an expression crosses her features as she’s reminded of something she hasn’t thought about in years. She remembered once, pondering if she thought that Kyp should die for what he’d done and the answer she’d come up with? That death was too good for him. He had to live with his actions and spend every day for the rest of his miserable existence, contemplating what he’d done and as she looks at Sam now? It’s that same emotion that rolls through her and that very same look of contempt that hardens her features. ( Sense Motive 34) ]
Yes you have! [Done enough.
It’s the first time that Rose will even allow herself to acknowledge that Elena is there and the hatred that shines in her eyes as she stares daggers into her back is nothing short of terrifying, at least to those in the room who are not fiends. (Intimidate Nat 20).]
Both of you, have ruined everything you’ve ever touched and it never stops! It never ends! You couldn’t even let us have one day without making it all about yourselves! There is no letting go because you’re everywhere we go. You infect, everything decent that exists because it always has to be what you decide. What you want and when you want it. Helen. Sam. Ana – it just never ends.
[ And it never matters what anyone else wants. It doesn’t matter that in trying to force their presence on others they’re putting all of them at risk. It doesn’t even seem to matter that they’re trying their best to live their lives without heaven or hell, constantly hanging over them because at the end of the day? If it suits them, or it suits Lucifer or any of the other devils they have to play bitch to? They will come after them, Rose is certain of that much. ]
I won’t kill you. [Staring pointedly at Sam for just a moment.] I won’t kill either of you because you deserve, every bit of misery that your eternal existence gets you and if you think - [ It’s now she turns her head, not ignoring Bobby’s words but not about to let them do this again. It wasn’t going to be their way or on their terms. Not after everything they’d done. She was with Dean on this 200%. There was nothing they could say, that they could do that mattered enough no reason whatsoever why she would or should believe it.] That anything either of them have to say, is worth a damn… you’re wrong. Because at the end of the day they don’t serve themselves. They serve Hell. The Queen and apparently… her Jester.
[ Again she looks at Sam and perhaps worse than the anger, worse than anything else there’s something close to pity mingling with her disgust as she shakes her head. ]
Open your eyes. [ There’s a silence that hangs in the air for a moment and she takes a step towards him, her stake still gripped in her hand but she’s no longer waving it around like she’s going to start disemboweling people. ] And if you ever try to use me to push my husband around again, you will have my handprint permanently branded on your face. I know what I signed up for... Can you say the same?
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She is outdone on nearly every level that counts, both for intimidation and for necessity, and she knows it. But honestly? She doesn't fucking care. When they first arrive, her anger at their presence is enough to sustain her through what otherwise should rightfully be the scariest thing she's encountered to date (fucking Nat 20 WillSave vs Intimidate, and a fucking 37 WillSave vs Elena's other thing). When Bobby steps forward to stand with the Winchesters, she mirrors his steps, her gun still held in hand but pointed downwards.
She knows logically that she has literally nothing to fight them with, no divine spells, no holy weapons, nothing that would really make a dent in either the Queen of Hell or the Sam!Fiend, but again, the lack of fucks she has to give for her own safety or usefulness is apparent as she stands with her friends, her own rage at their audacity clear on her face. She knows that she is nothing to either of the creatures standing before them, not even a blip on their radar, and a part of her thinks it's probably better that it should stay that way, but the louder, more stubborn part of her rallies to stand in solidarity with those beside her. She doesn't want to die, her thoughts floating to Mark with a pang of guilt, but she would. For Rose and Dean and Sam, and probably the old guy that had shown up (sorry Bobby), if her dying in the line of
hellfire meant that they had a chance at happiness, she would do it in a heartbeat.And let's be honest, she would definitely be the first one to die in this scenario. But still, she stands next to her best friend who's looking fucking radiant as she starts to glow
wtf, her spine straight as she faces these denizens of Hell with nary a blink.]1/2
there's a lot happening, and it's happening fast, looking as though it threatens to pull dean in too many different directions, leave him emotionally drawn and quartered.
but there's one voice that seems to be keeping him in its grip more than any other. well - two voices, really - that are remarkably similar. the only thing that really draws his attention off from his corrupted brother is the quiet commentary that sam 2.0 adds, which rips dean's gaze away from his doppelganger. he meets sam's eyes, his own searching rapidly for a full weight of understanding of what is leading him to that conclusion, and what he sees there seems to sink right into the heart of him. elena's plea is background noise, even rose's impassioned and angry defense, so fueled by the very rage that has driven dean himself for so long, now seeming to come from miles away.
bobby's earnest attempt at diplomacy, however, does also manage to finally gain dean's attention too, and when rose is finished with her threats, that's where dean focuses, trying vainly to help give bobby some context that won't break him to explain in front of the very person who broke him in the first place. ] The deal's with Lucifer. The devil brought Rose back, and now I can't touch a single member of his family. [ he tries to emphasize that last word enough for bobby to Get It, but just in case he doesn't, his eyes pull over to sam 1.0, who he nods at sideways.
it's complicated, bobby.
and now it's fiend!sam that gets his attention fully, as he takes a single step forward, closer to where bobby stands between them all. ] How do you expect me to believe that? Literally everywhere we turn, there you are. [ he gestures broadly with the knife still i hand ]
Do you think I don't know that's how it works? I know better than anybody.
I'm nobody's Prospect anymore, but it's still happening. Where the hell is it supposed to end, Sam? Because the thought of you down there, serving him, knowing exactly what that's like...
I can't let that go. I'll never let that go.
And the Sam I knew would never want that. [ there's the vaguest of glances in the direction of the brother standing behind him to accentuate the comment ] He'd rather be dead.
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Listen to Bobby, Dean. [ there's a controlled nature to his voice now, but it's no less as passionate, as he reins in some of the hotheadedness that had prompted a lot of those earlier outbursts, between elena's reminder and bobby's placing himself right in the line of fire. his eyes flick to rose, addressing her comment. ]
I walked into this with my eyes wide open. And I'd do it again. [ his gaze skates across the other sam's for a moment, the implications of that hanging in the air for everyone ] I'd do it a hundred times.
But that's not the point. The point is that I get where the paranoia is coming from, Dean. I'm part of the reason you have it. But Des and Elena had nothing to do with you. None of this does.
It's just a coincidence. That, or some big ... cosmic joke. But if you keep trying to fight a one-sided war, it's not going to stay that way. I know what I'm asking sounds impossible, but I did this so that you could have a life, Dean, more than anything else. [ which each word, he grows more intense, although he still manages to a sense of control, to not shout any of it but to just lay it out flatly. ]
I came here to tell you that, so you wouldn't throw it away.
[ (diplomacy ...48). there's a moment where he seems to remember himself, and his eyes drift back towards elena, lingering there for a moment, before he admits: ]
And to say congratulations.
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Rose's outburst quickly does her in, each hit feels like a bullet in her back, and she breathes out almost painfully as she turns around. She doesn't step forward, because she doesn't feel like she has the strength to move a muscle.]
I know. Believe me, Rose, there is nothing you can say that I'm not already very aware of. [That she hurt her. That she continues to hurt her. That she's done too much.
That she can't take it back.] I wasn't as strong as you were back then and for that, I'm sorry.
I tried. I tried to walk away as best I could, tried to make sure that no one followed me, to cut ties. I am not responsible for anyone else's actions, so don't blame Des' idiocy on me. He betrayed me just like he betrayed everyone else. He will pay the price for that forever.
[There's a pain there that cuts through her explanation, an old scar brought to the surface.]
You deserve to hate me, but it will eat you apart. I've seen what happens to those that let their anger and their hate take them over and I don't want that to happen to you Rose. I didn't want to be here because I knew it would only make it worse.
[Her eyes flick to Sam 1.0, before she has to look away again.]
But, I am...happy for you.
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[Watch as Sam also bombs the fuck out of his will save. Is he gonna bring up the thing?
He's gonna bring up the thing.]
Are you going to stand there and tell us that Glasya showing up in Chicago was just a coincidence? Because I don't fucking think so.
[Anger that he'd kept down until now rises to the surface, but that last thing he wants is to give them the satisfaction of seeing it. He looks over at his brother, placing a hand between his shoulderblades as if that will steady him.
They're here. They're not going anywhere. These two will go back to where they came from eventually. They always do.]
It doesn't matter anyway because like she said, it keeps happening. If you think we can ignore it when you people just show up then you're delusional.
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[ For years now, Rose has been holding it together through everything that's been thrown their way. From that Night in New York, right through until today she couldn't remember a time when anything had been too much. A time when she couldn't just push through, in spite of everything that had been thrown their way. From finding out about Dean's deal to learning the depth of Des's betrayal? Nothing had been able to truly penetrate her to the point of breaking... not until now. (Will Save Crit Fail.)
Every word spoken around her becomes nothing but dumb noise as the world falls away. Rose staring at Elena as, with every word that passes her lips, the walls Rose has constructed to protect herself are being ripped away and in that moment? She's not the warrior who marches into battle without fear in her eyes. She's not the one who has promised to stand by Dean through whatever gets thrown their way. She's that teenage version of herself once more and the hurt is like a visceral thing that practically tears her chest open.]
You don't get to be sorry! [ Her words a cry that's ripped from her lips as pain ripples across her features.] You don't get to show up at my fucking wedding like you have a right to be here. You don't get to say you're happy for me. [ The words were one thing, but what's worse is the tears that now stream down her face and she hates her for it. For still, even now being able to wreck her so completely that she can't breathe. Because it never went away. It never eased, not once in the last five years. It's been her constant companion and it's fueled her very existence when nothing else would or could and now it's all rushing back to the surface, as nothing Rose can say or do will hold it back.]
You were my family! I would have done anything for you and you threw it away! I needed you and you threw me away.
[ And the tears won't stop, even as she's furiously wiping at her face like she can force them to cease their endless stream. ]
You don't get to blame Des for what's happened. You could have walked away but you didn't. You didn't have to come here. But you did. You always do, whatever the hell you want and the rest of us just have to live with it.
[ It's always been that way too, from the beginning of this horrible mess they found themselves in. Precious little Elena always knew what was better for everyone else and what did it matter if she ruined lives along the way?!
She tries to breathe, to pull enough air into her lungs but emotion squeezes her chest and it's like there's not enough air, there'll never be enough air as long as she has to share it with the monster her former best friend has become.]
You're right though. [ Desperate to harden herself once more as she snatches another quick breath of air, determined to show her the contempt she deserves, even with the tears that stain her face. ] I do deserve to hate you.
[ Her shoulders shudder as she pulls in a shaky breath, only holding her composure together by the barest thread as she stares them down with a look so devoid of anything that it's hard to imagine she was ever the once lively teenager with a smart mouth and impulse control issues. But that girl was dead and buried and the one who stood before them now? She was as much here today because of them as she was in spite of them.]
If I ever see you again I'll kill you. [ Her words sounding more like a promise than a threat. ] Now get out.
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You don't get to tell me what I can and cannot do. I will do and feel however I damn well please.
[Rose has been holding it together for years, which is commendable considering her circumstances.
Elena has been trying to hold it together for centuries in the midst of literal hell. Rose's words snap something inside her, and the reaction is visible and jarring (will save crit fail). Her expression goes slack, blank, and her eyes harden, as if there's nothing behind them anymore.]
If that's what you want, fine. I came here as Elena Gilbert, and you'll never have to see her again. I'll ground her into the ground and leave nothing but ashes behind. The next time you see me, I'll be the monster you seem to want so badly. You can carry around the guilt knowing that you're the one that killed the girl you used to call a friend.
[Her lips lift into a wicked smile, sharp and cruel, devoid of anything resembling joy.]
And you will see me again, because I know you'll continue to inject yourselves into every desperate situation you can find, and you and your boys love misery more than happiness. And that's where we operate, in misery and darkness. [She tilts her head, the corners of her eyes somehow sharpening (intimidate 40).] And you won't kill me, because you know exactly what will happen if you do. You want to protect those boys of yours, and there will be nothing you can do to stop what comes if you get in my way.
[She addresses Sam 1.0 without even turning her body toward him.] Take me home. Now. [Her voice is back to that commanding tone, anger burning through the sound, her hand turning up for him to take.]
That's an order, Sam.
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Guilt? [ She lets out a bitter huff of laughter. ] For killing Elena Gilbert? You did that already, you just can't let go.
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Even now, he's standing between the two groups squaring off, yelling at one of another and leaking their messy emotions everywhere and just.... lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to sort through this mess. ]
Alright, enough! [ He finally bellows out, his voice sharp and meant to cut through the accusations flying loose and fast between the two parties. (That's an Intimidate 26, but he's mostly trying to shut everyone up rather than.... actually be intimidating). ] Hang on a dang minute here and let me get this straight.
You. [ A finger jabbed in Dean's direction, accompanied with a narrowed gaze at the elder of the two brothers. ] Made a deal with the devil to bring your bride here back from the dead in exchange for staying hands off with the devil. And you. [ This time towards the Sam-in-a-white-suit. ] You sacrificed yourself to... what, save Dean's life? To the big guy downstairs as well, I take it?
[ Give him a moment here to make sure he was reading all this right. ]
Why are Winchesters always so dang stupid and stubborn, that's what I want to know. What made either of you think that starting to make deals with demons would end well for anyone? And why are you blaming each other for doing exactly the same thing as the other one did. Because let me guess. Sam goes back on his deal and Dean dies, but Dean goes back on his deal and Rose dies. Do I got that about right?
[ Guess who sounds pissed?
...And he's still not touching whatever drama is happening between the two women because no thank you. He did not come prepared to step into the middle of a catfight today. His boys are more than enough trouble on their own. ]
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dean is a fucking mess.
sam 1.0's words clearly move him on some level, but only serve to make him look all the more conflicted and confused, because he very obviously seems to consider the possibility of the fiend telling him a truth that he doesn't know how to even begin accepting. and then the other version of sam speaks up and brings up her and dean's eyes darken a bit at the realization that shit, that's a great point, as he swings a grimace in the fiend's direction, ready to retort, when suddenly rose blows up. her righteous anger stirs a cloud over his expression as well, that's partly a heart breaking for her, partly rage at elena for what she's done, and part something much darker, and much worse, that comes from hearing rose swear to murder elena the next time she sees her.
it's clear to those who catch the way dean's eyes dart to sam at those words (anyone who gets a sense motive 25+): dean has said the exact same ones before, and has now been put in the exact position of having to decide whether to act on them or not.
there were a lot of reasons for making that deal of his, and some of them aren't ones he'll gladly admit even to himself. that doesn't mean he's powerless here and now to do anything, however, not with his divinely powered wife at his side. it doesn't seem to escape him, and he looks positively paralyzed by the situation. elena's dramatic tirade causes his eyes to widen with fear as he fails that will save against her intimidation - fear for all of those loved ones standing with him now who might be in even more danger now that elena's last thread of connection to her humanity has apparently been severed.
when elena orders sam to leave, he looks desperate for a moment, to figure out what to say to stop sam from disappearing once more. to find a way to end this, one that he can actually bring himself to live with. but no solution comes, and then bobby is barking at them again and his head snaps to look at him with panicked, lost eyes (will save 21) as bobby proceeds to read them the at least partially deserved riot act. when he finally finds his voice, he sounds like his throat is dry as a desert, the words practically croaked. ]
It ain't the same, Bobby. He can't go back.
He's not human anymore. Neither of them are.
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