Really, the room is just all manner of ridiculous. Dean doesn't really know what to do about it but he doesn't spend a whole lot of time glancing around, either. He's still not relaxed enough to take in his surroundings beyond cursory glances, recognizing the fact that this is weird and seemingly out of place with all the sorts of things he's used to. Granted, he's used to dingy motels and sleeping in the back of the Impala when they're too broke to manage anything else, but this is just obscene. In a clean cut kind of way.
Dean almost manages to contain his groan of annoyance, "Of course there's no running water. Like being a squatter all over again."
Which is to say it probably hadn't been too long since they've last been on, before Dean had been dragged off by the Hellhounds, but it's easy to act like it's just that easy. Like it's no big deal, the world isn't pressing in against him and making it harder to breathe than he can stand. But yeah, it's like a fucking Lord of the Rings movie, and it's ridiculous, but it still doesn't answer the question as to why he's here.
Watching as Sam makes himself comfortable, Dean instead stubbornly stands in the middle of the room, purposeful in his lack of desire to move. To get comfortable. He's going to resist because he can, because he doesn't want this and it's easy to push back against despite the fact that it's unchangeable.
And then, with Sam's words, Dean's left feeling like he's been hit by a bus.
He died?
Why does Sam think he died, why is he back to that day when they'd moved on from it. When Dean had saved him, sold his soul, turned it all around so fast that nobody could've done a thing about it; why hadn't time moved forward for him? Dean stares for a good few seconds, expression near blank he's so damn confused by it.
Until: Okay, okay- look alive, Dean. You can fake this, you can lie your way through it, make it work to your advantage. Means he doesn't have to talk about Hell or about torture or about any of those things if he can just figure out what this means without Sam noticing. Find someone else to ask about the transition of time around here, which is ludicrous, this is insane. It doesn't make any sense, but It's easy to look off for a moment, heartbroken and crushed and floundering under the reminder of his dead brother. It's so easy to be struck dumb by the memory of Sam's death which feels like so long ago now, to revert himself back to that moment where Sam dropped into his arms, a literal dead weight.
"Couple'a month, maybe? Kinda- I don't know, haven't been keepin' track of time."
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Dean almost manages to contain his groan of annoyance, "Of course there's no running water. Like being a squatter all over again."
Which is to say it probably hadn't been too long since they've last been on, before Dean had been dragged off by the Hellhounds, but it's easy to act like it's just that easy. Like it's no big deal, the world isn't pressing in against him and making it harder to breathe than he can stand. But yeah, it's like a fucking Lord of the Rings movie, and it's ridiculous, but it still doesn't answer the question as to why he's here.
Watching as Sam makes himself comfortable, Dean instead stubbornly stands in the middle of the room, purposeful in his lack of desire to move. To get comfortable. He's going to resist because he can, because he doesn't want this and it's easy to push back against despite the fact that it's unchangeable.
And then, with Sam's words, Dean's left feeling like he's been hit by a bus.
He died?
Why does Sam think he died, why is he back to that day when they'd moved on from it. When Dean had saved him, sold his soul, turned it all around so fast that nobody could've done a thing about it; why hadn't time moved forward for him? Dean stares for a good few seconds, expression near blank he's so damn confused by it.
Until: Okay, okay- look alive, Dean. You can fake this, you can lie your way through it, make it work to your advantage. Means he doesn't have to talk about Hell or about torture or about any of those things if he can just figure out what this means without Sam noticing. Find someone else to ask about the transition of time around here, which is ludicrous, this is insane. It doesn't make any sense, but It's easy to look off for a moment, heartbroken and crushed and floundering under the reminder of his dead brother. It's so easy to be struck dumb by the memory of Sam's death which feels like so long ago now, to revert himself back to that moment where Sam dropped into his arms, a literal dead weight.
"Couple'a month, maybe? Kinda- I don't know, haven't been keepin' track of time."