[Dean doesn't always know exactly what it is he's looking at, but he hasn't always had to in order to be sure of it anyway; be sure that it'll show itself eventually, be sure that it's what he thinks it is, be sure that he can still depend on it for better or for worse. He can bide his time, wait to be as sure of the shape of it as he is the existence of it.
Dean sees the consideration and he waits, uncharacteristically patient, and snorts when he hears the lie that comes out next. It's almost an insult, and the look he gives the Marquis says as much as plainly as any words.
The hunter is not the type to do things without warning. The problem is, the warning never makes a difference.]
Then what is this conversation? Why are you here? [The Barge. An inmate.
Why doesn't he feel safe enough in his own body and his own mind to get some sleep.]
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Dean sees the consideration and he waits, uncharacteristically patient, and snorts when he hears the lie that comes out next. It's almost an insult, and the look he gives the Marquis says as much as plainly as any words.
The hunter is not the type to do things without warning. The problem is, the warning never makes a difference.]
Then what is this conversation? Why are you here? [The Barge. An inmate.
Why doesn't he feel safe enough in his own body and his own mind to get some sleep.]