[Sam should recognize the steely silence from Dean right away. The tight-jawed acceptance of shit that hasn't even happened for him yet. Good to know that after they beat the apocalypse in exchange for his brother's fucking soul things only got worse from there out.
There's nothing he can say, none of it would make a difference. Even if he wanted to find the words he already knows the whole thing is fubar.
He tries to find composure, even goes so far to turn away from Sam and scrub a tired hand over his face but that doesn't do much to soothe the rage boiling under his skin. This is bullshit and no amount of meditation will make what he's feeling go away.
Fuck it. Dean hauls off, punches a hole through the drywall of the mansion. His fist makes a full impact and goes through the wall. When he pulls it free pieces of debris fall with it. He's bleeding, and he probably bruised a few knuckles but it's not like his fingers weren't already sideways and shifted from the brawls he'd been in before. That feels a lot better than dealing with the truth.]
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There's nothing he can say, none of it would make a difference. Even if he wanted to find the words he already knows the whole thing is fubar.
He tries to find composure, even goes so far to turn away from Sam and scrub a tired hand over his face but that doesn't do much to soothe the rage boiling under his skin. This is bullshit and no amount of meditation will make what he's feeling go away.
Fuck it. Dean hauls off, punches a hole through the drywall of the mansion. His fist makes a full impact and goes through the wall. When he pulls it free pieces of debris fall with it. He's bleeding, and he probably bruised a few knuckles but it's not like his fingers weren't already sideways and shifted from the brawls he'd been in before. That feels a lot better than dealing with the truth.]