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Dean Winchester (_jerk) wrote,

Like he said, not exactly back to normal... well, okay, back to what passes for normal with them; John drops into the threadbare chair by the crappy black-and-white TV, back to the action but still paying more attention than should be possible from a man past his prime, head in his hands, and Dean diplomatically doesn't look at him because nobody, not even his son, is supposed to see 'John Winchester: Monster Slayer' like that (and John is so very tired – they all are, really, but him more than most, because looking at Sam is more like seeing himself than he's entirely comfortable with – Dean might be a good impersonation of the obvious, but Sam's got the nuances even as he rages and tries to feel different - and nothing saps a man's vitality like watching someone else walk down your path, living your life twice over and knowing how the story ends). And Sam drops onto the bed, and even if the tension still hangs in the air like mist over a shallow grave they're moving on with the case, which is a good thing, right?

Dean readies himself for round 2 when Sam says they can't be killed, because that news never goes over well – Dad's firmly of the opinion that anything can be killed (because he has to believe that, because when the time comes and he has his hands around that yellow eyed bastard's throat, he has to know the heart will stop and the light will fade and it will all be over) – and breathes a silent sigh of relief when he mentions the ritual.

“That's... something.” It comes off a little lame, the fake enthusiasm, as Dean sits himself on the bed next to Sam – he can't pretend he knows what he's looking for, but he's looking anyway, following where Sam points on the page and trying to make sense of what he's seeing. It's good, being involved in part of the hunt even if it's not the business end he'd like to be on.