( look. look around you, take in just where you are and ask him if he feels justified in being wary. he's surrounded by demons, little devils, can't trust anything as far as he can throw it, and – well. it's not as if that's ever really been much different, but in the pit, it just serves to keep him on his toes, the broken thing that he's ended up.
and he still doesn't believe in angels, or god, or any of that nonsense that sam has been trying to instill in him since they were kids. ( you gotta believe in something, dean. don't you want that sort of connection? ) everything in hell is lies and deception, and this bright, bright wash of light over him could be as much of any of that as it could be salvation in the form of shining blue eyes, but he's not buying it right off the bat.
he's not that stupid.
this thing peers at him as though he's looking into him, and that … makes him slightly uncomfortable. like there's an itch that he can't quite reach no matter how much he squirms for it, and he resigns himself with a small, almost-not sigh that there has to be something bigger going on here. that here has to be a reason for such a being of light to enter the depths of hell, even if he can't bring himself to believe that it has anything directly to do with him.
home. you mean back upstairs.
that isn't to say that he wouldn't immediately jump on that chance, but if this is some kind of trick, he has to play the game. there isn't any real explanation his brain is giving him on why there would be ulterior motives to get him topside again, but he can't rule that out, because the second he does everything will go to shit and he'll be blaming himself all over again for not having the ability for forward think well enough to have seen it coming.
and then it asks his name. and, all right, sure – why not. dean winchester.
like that's really supposed to mean anything. the name winchester has only ever been attached to misery, to torment, and sometimes? he hates it. hates the weight it carries, if only by dint of living in john's shadow and trying to be the man he would have wanted his oldest son to be.
and not to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything, but uh … why do you wanna drag me out of the pit? )
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Date: 17 Dec 2015 02:10 (UTC)and he still doesn't believe in angels, or god, or any of that nonsense that sam has been trying to instill in him since they were kids. ( you gotta believe in something, dean. don't you want that sort of connection? ) everything in hell is lies and deception, and this bright, bright wash of light over him could be as much of any of that as it could be salvation in the form of shining blue eyes, but he's not buying it right off the bat.
he's not that stupid.
this thing peers at him as though he's looking into him, and that … makes him slightly uncomfortable. like there's an itch that he can't quite reach no matter how much he squirms for it, and he resigns himself with a small, almost-not sigh that there has to be something bigger going on here. that here has to be a reason for such a being of light to enter the depths of hell, even if he can't bring himself to believe that it has anything directly to do with him.
home.
you mean back upstairs.
that isn't to say that he wouldn't immediately jump on that chance, but if this is some kind of trick, he has to play the game. there isn't any real explanation his brain is giving him on why there would be ulterior motives to get him topside again, but he can't rule that out, because the second he does everything will go to shit and he'll be blaming himself all over again for not having the ability for forward think well enough to have seen it coming.
and then it asks his name. and, all right, sure – why not. dean winchester.
like that's really supposed to mean anything. the name winchester has only ever been attached to misery, to torment, and sometimes? he hates it. hates the weight it carries, if only by dint of living in john's shadow and trying to be the man he would have wanted his oldest son to be.
and not to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything, but uh … why do you wanna drag me out of the pit? )