[Dean knows that for the victory that it is, knows a sound strategic tactic when he hears it, even if it isn't one he would make use of himself. He raises his bottle in toast to it, and keeps wearing his own grin like a badge of honor. Whose honor, though, is somewhat in question.
Dean doesn't know what, in fact, the Marquis intends to do with his life; he does not expect that it is his business to know. He has the general idea - he knows he will die, someday permanently, in service to his city if he dies at all - but the specifics escape him as he suspects they escape even his friend himself. There have been moments, from the day he realized in conversation with Ned that this day was coming soon, that he has worried that there is one more skill, one more advantage he could have imparted to help that death be a long ways off, that there is one more thing he should have done.
And then he looks at that sharp-toothed smile and knows himself for a fool, that this man could ever need one more thing from him to survive; knows himself for a fool and worries anyway. The Marquis, after all, did not learn love from Dean Winchester. He did, however, learn to apply it - and he learned a whole host of other things that will either make him unbreakable if used cunningly, or break him if exploited.
The hunter shakes his head.] So, back to the badass thing: you'll mind yourself, yeah? You'll keep your friends close and your enemies closer, all that jazz?
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Dean doesn't know what, in fact, the Marquis intends to do with his life; he does not expect that it is his business to know. He has the general idea - he knows he will die, someday permanently, in service to his city if he dies at all - but the specifics escape him as he suspects they escape even his friend himself. There have been moments, from the day he realized in conversation with Ned that this day was coming soon, that he has worried that there is one more skill, one more advantage he could have imparted to help that death be a long ways off, that there is one more thing he should have done.
And then he looks at that sharp-toothed smile and knows himself for a fool, that this man could ever need one more thing from him to survive; knows himself for a fool and worries anyway. The Marquis, after all, did not learn love from Dean Winchester. He did, however, learn to apply it - and he learned a whole host of other things that will either make him unbreakable if used cunningly, or break him if exploited.
The hunter shakes his head.] So, back to the badass thing: you'll mind yourself, yeah? You'll keep your friends close and your enemies closer, all that jazz?