[He nods at his words. You'll never convince him to help himself. Ever. If Stiles has a type for friends? That is exactly the type he's drawn to. Scott, Allison, Lydia. Bucky, Steve, Peter Parker. Dean. There is a definite pattern of self-sacrificing here that is somehow heartening and depressing at the same time.
He smiles when Dean does. It's still so much of a relief to see that he's okay, that Sam is okay, that the Barge works. It'll be something he can hold onto when things get rough. And he has no doubts that they're going to get rough. With Dean, with others on the ship, with the floods. With the deathtoll. No one ever said the path of redemption would be an easy one to walk.]
You take care of each other. [He doesn't need to say it because he knows that's exactly Dean's intent.] And next time, I definitely want to meet this Starfleet boyfriend. [He grins.]
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He smiles when Dean does. It's still so much of a relief to see that he's okay, that Sam is okay, that the Barge works. It'll be something he can hold onto when things get rough. And he has no doubts that they're going to get rough. With Dean, with others on the ship, with the floods. With the deathtoll. No one ever said the path of redemption would be an easy one to walk.]
You take care of each other. [He doesn't need to say it because he knows that's exactly Dean's intent.] And next time, I definitely want to meet this Starfleet boyfriend. [He grins.]