Clearly though, Dean's continued discomfort is making Sam uncomfortable. He can understand the being freaked about what was going on, even after a month Sam's not totally used to all this. But he'd already been making a plan by now after his arrival, to walk around, ask questions. To figure things out. He'd already left the panic stage, but Dean... Dean's too frantic. Something's not adding up.
"Yeah. We're seeing the same things. And yes, it's weird. But being taken from your home and the safety of what you're familiar with, without warning or any idea why or how to get back, that's stressful for normal people. Hell, you're stressed! You can't stand still for two seconds! You can't say this is stress-free when you're... I don't know, acting like you're ready to crawl out of your skin. What's going on with you, man?"
Because to him it seems like they've covered all of the things that could be causing that. They've both established they're here, together and alive and unharmed (for lack of evidence otherwise, anyway). But this is like... Airplane Dean. Flying Dean. This was not how the Dean he remembers would be acting in this situation. Because they've been through some pretty weird shit before. Plus, the last time Dean had seen him, Sam had been dead. And the fact that Dean's not practically giddy seeing him alive again is just... It's kind of odd, the more he thinks about it. Extremely weird setting or not, he would have thought the happiness of that would have lasted at least a little longer.
Come to think of it, there hasn't been any trace of any true smile on Dean's face since they'd reunited. Not a one. Just his masks. And Sam hadn't really thought that strange until now, but. If Dean had died and Sam had found him again, pretty much no matter where, he's pretty sure he'd have a genuine smile. Not a broken one. Not a fake one. At least one genuine smile.
"There's something you're not telling me, and I don't think it's got anything to do with this place. I think it's about us. You and me. Whatever it is you're trying to protect me from..." He trails off, shaking his head though his gaze never leaves his brother. "Just tell me."
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"Yeah. We're seeing the same things. And yes, it's weird. But being taken from your home and the safety of what you're familiar with, without warning or any idea why or how to get back, that's stressful for normal people. Hell, you're stressed! You can't stand still for two seconds! You can't say this is stress-free when you're... I don't know, acting like you're ready to crawl out of your skin. What's going on with you, man?"
Because to him it seems like they've covered all of the things that could be causing that. They've both established they're here, together and alive and unharmed (for lack of evidence otherwise, anyway). But this is like... Airplane Dean. Flying Dean. This was not how the Dean he remembers would be acting in this situation. Because they've been through some pretty weird shit before. Plus, the last time Dean had seen him, Sam had been dead. And the fact that Dean's not practically giddy seeing him alive again is just... It's kind of odd, the more he thinks about it. Extremely weird setting or not, he would have thought the happiness of that would have lasted at least a little longer.
Come to think of it, there hasn't been any trace of any true smile on Dean's face since they'd reunited. Not a one. Just his masks. And Sam hadn't really thought that strange until now, but. If Dean had died and Sam had found him again, pretty much no matter where, he's pretty sure he'd have a genuine smile. Not a broken one. Not a fake one. At least one genuine smile.
"There's something you're not telling me, and I don't think it's got anything to do with this place. I think it's about us. You and me. Whatever it is you're trying to protect me from..." He trails off, shaking his head though his gaze never leaves his brother. "Just tell me."