Oh good. Now Dad won't be pissed at me for bringing home an F.
[But there's genuine satisfaction in it, though he doesn't take an obscene amount of pride in his ability to reason like Sam would, or the Marquis. He still respects a job well done and takes pleasure in being the one to do it, whatever it is; and he's proud of his friend, though the Marquis won't thank him for that, doesn't need it. It's still true.
Dean's gaze follow the cast of the Marquis' black eyes, ticking sideways, ticking back in perfect unison. He raises an eyebrow and, lazily wagging the pencil up and down in his hand until it appears to the trickable eye to be made of rubber, snorts.]
Sure it is. Not mine, specifically, but someone's.
If there were no one but you to convince, you could be whatever you want. Anyone could. I could say I'm a rockstar and all I'd have to do is convince myself and it's true.
That's the trick. Belief. Only other people can make something true of ourselves that isn't.
[Normally, this would be well outside of Dean's domain, too close to philosophical when he is anything but. The trouble is he's seen it in himself. He knows he's not a good, or a strong, or a bright person. But others believe it of him, and so sometimes, he can be more than he is.]
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[But there's genuine satisfaction in it, though he doesn't take an obscene amount of pride in his ability to reason like Sam would, or the Marquis. He still respects a job well done and takes pleasure in being the one to do it, whatever it is; and he's proud of his friend, though the Marquis won't thank him for that, doesn't need it. It's still true.
Dean's gaze follow the cast of the Marquis' black eyes, ticking sideways, ticking back in perfect unison. He raises an eyebrow and, lazily wagging the pencil up and down in his hand until it appears to the trickable eye to be made of rubber, snorts.]
Sure it is. Not mine, specifically, but someone's.
If there were no one but you to convince, you could be whatever you want. Anyone could. I could say I'm a rockstar and all I'd have to do is convince myself and it's true.
That's the trick. Belief. Only other people can make something true of ourselves that isn't.
[Normally, this would be well outside of Dean's domain, too close to philosophical when he is anything but. The trouble is he's seen it in himself. He knows he's not a good, or a strong, or a bright person. But others believe it of him, and so sometimes, he can be more than he is.]