[ Dean's not sure - he's guessing that somewhere out there are people that know what it is they're looking for. Really and truly know; haven't somehow gotten all fucked up in all the other crap. Someone has to at least, they cant all be floundering in the way Dean's always seen. But maybe that's just a dream, and idea of a life he never got to lead. Dean doesn't know.
Considering he's fairly sure the real problem is whether or not you deserve whatever it is you need. And in his case, he's not so sure he does. But that's always been the case, for his whole damn life, not just since the Apocalypse threw down on their world. He wasn't sure he deserved any of it years ago, but now? No even more so.
Rolling his eyes, Dean bumps back, putting his weight behind the gesture- fully aware that he's not always the best at keeping things toned down. But he can attempt it, at least. ]
Yeah, well- I gotta worry about something.
[ He's spent the past five years worrying relentlessly, he doesn't know how to stop. ]
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Considering he's fairly sure the real problem is whether or not you deserve whatever it is you need. And in his case, he's not so sure he does. But that's always been the case, for his whole damn life, not just since the Apocalypse threw down on their world. He wasn't sure he deserved any of it years ago, but now? No even more so.
Rolling his eyes, Dean bumps back, putting his weight behind the gesture- fully aware that he's not always the best at keeping things toned down. But he can attempt it, at least. ]
Yeah, well- I gotta worry about something.
[ He's spent the past five years worrying relentlessly, he doesn't know how to stop. ]