[He'd be the one stepping over Adam's dead body to get to Dean, anyway. They could meet in the middle and have a good old-fashioned father-son reunion.]
[Great. That's great. That's exactly what he meant to do. He sighs. Types, deletes, types, deletes, bangs the phone against his forehead, and tries again.]
Look, sorry. I didn't mean it. When you live the kind of life I live, joking about it's just kind of what we do.
And I'm not snooping. I'm just checking in. Making sure you're holding up okay. Not asking about your love life and whether or not you're paying taxes.
[He throws his phone aside, leaving the message unanswered for most of the day. He can't be bothered. He can't be bothered to take the moral high road when the half-brother who'd all but admitted he'd left his mother for dead and left Adam to suffer in that place is trying to be funny.
When the day is almost done and he's too tired to care, he digs the device out from where he'd thrown it into his bed covers.]
You meant it, you don't have to pretend. We've established I'm nothing like you.
[He's not part of this "we" Dean talks about, and he's not worth the same amount as Dean.]
[They had one way to get either of them out of hell. He didn't have a choice. He doesn't expect Adam to see that, but he sure as hell didn't want to leave the youngest of them rotting in that cage. It was Sam, it was always going to be Sam, but if there had been another way, if there had been anyone else that could have done it...
The past is the past, all he can do is be here now.]
Aside from the cheekbones and the attitude, you mean. YOU talked. I listened. I didn't agree to it. I told you I'm gonna keep trying, so get used to it.
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Would it matter if I have?
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No, I'm just asking so I can take your bedroom when you finally snap. I like the curtains.
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[He'd be the one stepping over Adam's dead body to get to Dean, anyway. They could meet in the middle and have a good old-fashioned father-son reunion.]
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[Nothing about Dean in a father-son reunion could ever really be called good, Michael or no Michael.
Especially not if curtains are involved.]
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They did with you.
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[Which is to say, Michael ended up with back-up dibs. Sorry, Adam.]
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Give yourself a pat on the back for me.
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Look, sorry. I didn't mean it. When you live the kind of life I live, joking about it's just kind of what we do.
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When the day is almost done and he's too tired to care, he digs the device out from where he'd thrown it into his bed covers.]
You meant it, you don't have to pretend. We've established I'm nothing like you.
[He's not part of this "we" Dean talks about, and he's not worth the same amount as Dean.]
And I'm pretty sure we already talked about this.
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The past is the past, all he can do is be here now.]
Aside from the cheekbones and the attitude, you mean. YOU talked. I listened. I didn't agree to it. I told you I'm gonna keep trying, so get used to it.
I'll check in again later.
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Welcome to your future, Dean.]