The truth is that this is also not surprising. Not really. So much strangeness, so much wrongness, and Dean's eyes black and slick as oil in the darkness.
You've got something in your eye. It looks like murder.
So he hits the wall hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs, letting out a grunt of pain as soon as there's pain to feel, dropping to one knee. And absurdly, when he lifts his head, he's smiling. Because at least now there's no more confusion. Everything out in the open.
"What the fuck are you? 'Cause you're not Dean." The smile turns into a grin, flash of teeth, tight and grim. "I mean. Obviously."
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The truth is that this is also not surprising. Not really. So much strangeness, so much wrongness, and Dean's eyes black and slick as oil in the darkness.
You've got something in your eye. It looks like murder.
So he hits the wall hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs, letting out a grunt of pain as soon as there's pain to feel, dropping to one knee. And absurdly, when he lifts his head, he's smiling. Because at least now there's no more confusion. Everything out in the open.
"What the fuck are you? 'Cause you're not Dean." The smile turns into a grin, flash of teeth, tight and grim. "I mean. Obviously."