[It doesn't occur to Dean that Stiles might have done the same for him a month ago. Stiles feels responsible for him, he understands that much, but he's not the kid's best friend, not his brother. He glances at Scott now and tries to find in himself the stirrings of what he would do if it were him, what he would suggest instead.
He suspects the answer is not one that anyone would want to hear, but then, where he comes from things like this are never benevolent or even ambivalent. They don't go away on their own and people don't wake up from them still themselves. (He shot Sam in the head. It didn't do a damn thing except kill his brother for sure if Lucifer ever leaves him. Dean doesn't come close to thinking about that.)]
I mean, you're hanging out with a guy that's barely breathing. [His words are no harsher than he ever is; he's not trying specifically to be cruel. It's just a fact.]
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[It doesn't occur to Dean that Stiles might have done the same for him a month ago. Stiles feels responsible for him, he understands that much, but he's not the kid's best friend, not his brother. He glances at Scott now and tries to find in himself the stirrings of what he would do if it were him, what he would suggest instead.
He suspects the answer is not one that anyone would want to hear, but then, where he comes from things like this are never benevolent or even ambivalent. They don't go away on their own and people don't wake up from them still themselves. (He shot Sam in the head. It didn't do a damn thing except kill his brother for sure if Lucifer ever leaves him. Dean doesn't come close to thinking about that.)]
I mean, you're hanging out with a guy that's barely breathing. [His words are no harsher than he ever is; he's not trying specifically to be cruel. It's just a fact.]