And a liar now, too. God, I'm a bad influence on you.
[This is the version of Dean that can handle being laughed at, though, even if he would probably argue at least a little about the similarities between the versions of him. He knows something's broken there, something vital, maybe something irreparable; he hopes not, for Stiles' sake, for Sam's, for the world's, but. He was never much of an optimist, even when he could still hang his hopes on blind faith.
He's smirking.]
I'm glad, though. I am. And proud. I mean it's weird, don't get me wrong, I haven't forgotten that. But I am.
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[This is the version of Dean that can handle being laughed at, though, even if he would probably argue at least a little about the similarities between the versions of him. He knows something's broken there, something vital, maybe something irreparable; he hopes not, for Stiles' sake, for Sam's, for the world's, but. He was never much of an optimist, even when he could still hang his hopes on blind faith.
He's smirking.]
I'm glad, though. I am. And proud. I mean it's weird, don't get me wrong, I haven't forgotten that. But I am.