Dean caught sight of Lorne's motion and took his fresh beer and walked over to the table. He listened and fiddled with his beer label the entire time he was doing so "Figured that much." The hunter knew, hell it was what he was waiting for. To get snatched out of here and go back to fighting, because this happiness, this time together, it couldn't last forever and the faint flash of resigned sadness that showed in his eyes told Lorne that at least this part was some thing he already knew.
There was an incline to his head, nearly the threaten of a tear when Lorne told him he'd get Sam back, that was what he needed to hear. The rest of the bull crap Dean could take it in stride, as long as at the end of the day he could keep Sam alive, safe and whole. He'd fight who ever , what ever he had to, to make sure this happened.
At the next part the hunter snorted "Figures, some one's always gonna want somethin'." That didn't matter, the squaring of his shoulders showed his determination, he was not going to let his friend, his family because that was what Cas was go it alone, he would fight by the angel's side till his last breath.
Then that next part was said and it was a slow change over Dean, at first he looked at Lorne, as if the demon had suddenly turned human or some thing, or lost his mind entirely. His hand that held the beer bottle squeezed it so tight that his knuckles turned white. "I knew it..." It was ground out.
"Just another piece of crap, tryin' to come between me and my brother. What's it you want from us huh?" Then it hit, the underlying rage that Dean tried not to have lash out.
All because he knew Lorne was not being manipulative, he knew it was true. But that didn't matter, the hunter rose so quickly that his chair went flying back and he leaned in across the table, gripping the front of the demon's shirt for a moment as he went nose to nose with him.
"Screw you and your destiny crap. Last time some one said that, know what I did? Did it my way, ain't no way in hell I'm leavin' Sammy, you got that. What ever you see, it don't matter, I'll make it different."
Dean dropped Lorne back in to his seat, thankfully he had only lifted the other an inch or two out of it before hand and grabbed his beer some of spilling on the table.
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Re: Dean's reading
Date: 2011-03-27 01:20 am (UTC)There was an incline to his head, nearly the threaten of a tear when Lorne told him he'd get Sam back, that was what he needed to hear. The rest of the bull crap Dean could take it in stride, as long as at the end of the day he could keep Sam alive, safe and whole. He'd fight who ever , what ever he had to, to make sure this happened.
At the next part the hunter snorted "Figures, some one's always gonna want somethin'." That didn't matter, the squaring of his shoulders showed his determination, he was not going to let his friend, his family because that was what Cas was go it alone, he would fight by the angel's side till his last breath.
Then that next part was said and it was a slow change over Dean, at first he looked at Lorne, as if the demon had suddenly turned human or some thing, or lost his mind entirely. His hand that held the beer bottle squeezed it so tight that his knuckles turned white. "I knew it..." It was ground out.
"Just another piece of crap, tryin' to come between me and my brother. What's it you want from us huh?" Then it hit, the underlying rage that Dean tried not to have lash out.
All because he knew Lorne was not being manipulative, he knew it was true. But that didn't matter, the hunter rose so quickly that his chair went flying back and he leaned in across the table, gripping the front of the demon's shirt for a moment as he went nose to nose with him.
"Screw you and your destiny crap. Last time some one said that, know what I did? Did it my way, ain't no way in hell I'm leavin' Sammy, you got that. What ever you see, it don't matter, I'll make it different."
Dean dropped Lorne back in to his seat, thankfully he had only lifted the other an inch or two out of it before hand and grabbed his beer some of spilling on the table.