He hadn't really known what to do about it while Sam was in the middle of begging, didn't know how to get his little brother to quit asking about something that was probably tearing up their dad inside in ways that Sam just couldn't comprehend. It was easier for him; he'd never lived there, never experienced those walls, didn't know what it felt like to stand under that roof. He'd been too small when the fire had engulfed the shingles and Dean just grit his teeth and bowed his head against it, refusing to say a word.
At least until their father had enough and went spiraling out of control in a silent kind of way, going on a quick and quiet tirade and exiting stage left, crashing a lamp to the floor as he made his getaway. Dean finally lifted his head at that and stared, blinked, grimaced a bit and then picked himself up from where he'd been sitting in the opposite corner, hunkered with his knees to his chest as he picked at his fingernails.
Wasn't Sammy's fault. Well- it was, but it wasn't. He didn't know any better and Dean knew that a little better than John did, which was why he cracked his back as he stood tall, tipping his head to try and coerce Sam out from his corner. ]
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Date: 2016-11-12 09:48 pm (UTC)He hadn't really known what to do about it while Sam was in the middle of begging, didn't know how to get his little brother to quit asking about something that was probably tearing up their dad inside in ways that Sam just couldn't comprehend. It was easier for him; he'd never lived there, never experienced those walls, didn't know what it felt like to stand under that roof. He'd been too small when the fire had engulfed the shingles and Dean just grit his teeth and bowed his head against it, refusing to say a word.
At least until their father had enough and went spiraling out of control in a silent kind of way, going on a quick and quiet tirade and exiting stage left, crashing a lamp to the floor as he made his getaway. Dean finally lifted his head at that and stared, blinked, grimaced a bit and then picked himself up from where he'd been sitting in the opposite corner, hunkered with his knees to his chest as he picked at his fingernails.
Wasn't Sammy's fault. Well- it was, but it wasn't. He didn't know any better and Dean knew that a little better than John did, which was why he cracked his back as he stood tall, tipping his head to try and coerce Sam out from his corner. ]
He did kinda tell you to drop it.