[This time, finally, Dean smiles. It's not a big smile, not a kind or a good smile, and it would not have sat well on the face of the Dean he first knew: it's small, cold, and etched into the lines of this one's face.]
Death wouldn't have taught him anything. Not here. But this taught us something.
[That's a good enough reason as any, even if it isn't Dean's entire reason. Later, maybe he'll think of this and shiver a little, feel a little guilty, a little more tired; now, he wanted to make someone, something hurt and he did. Now, he feels good for at least a little while.
He shakes his head.] So what now? [A challenge more than an honest question.]
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Death wouldn't have taught him anything. Not here. But this taught us something.
[That's a good enough reason as any, even if it isn't Dean's entire reason. Later, maybe he'll think of this and shiver a little, feel a little guilty, a little more tired; now, he wanted to make someone, something hurt and he did. Now, he feels good for at least a little while.
He shakes his head.] So what now? [A challenge more than an honest question.]