[ He used to, a lot. Make excuses. He'd defend his old man til the cows came home, get in fights with his brother about it, with anyone who talked shit. But -- that year he had an expiration date, when hell loomed over his head like a storm cloud, there'd been some come to Jesus moments. Screaming at his demon self, my father was an obsessed bastard!, realizing the truth in his own words, finally admitting he didn't deserve what happened, what his dad dumped on him, to go to hell. ]
Thanks. I appreciate that.
[ Leaning on Sam was different - they were too codependent to see outside of their periphery. But Jim isn't judgmental, doesn't seem to think Dean weak, not good enough. Doesn't tell him he's not strong enough or that he's a shitty hunter.
Fuck you, Sam. ]
Did plenty of that, too. [ He smiles a little, picking at the blanket. ] What kinda trouble'd you get into?
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Thanks. I appreciate that.
[ Leaning on Sam was different - they were too codependent to see outside of their periphery. But Jim isn't judgmental, doesn't seem to think Dean weak, not good enough. Doesn't tell him he's not strong enough or that he's a shitty hunter.
Fuck you, Sam. ]
Did plenty of that, too. [ He smiles a little, picking at the blanket. ] What kinda trouble'd you get into?