[ Something goes ping pa ping ping ping on Dean's radar, like dropping a metal ball bearing down a flight of stairs. When it finally hits the bottom and rolls steadily, Dean pieces together what it is that feels off.
It's that first little bit of hesitance that doesn't quite track with the cadence and tone he's gotten used to hearing.
It furrows his brow for a split-second, but then it's gone again just as abruptly.
He made himself stop looking for something a long time ago.
His answering silence stretches on only for a couple more seconds as he studies Jack, then ultimately breaks, nodding his head toward the beater. ]
Get in the car.
[ He says, sounding not angry so much as resigned. Soul or no soul, Jack's still his kid. He's just human soulless now, which is... well, at least it's better. Couldn't do much about the second most powerful creature in all creation going on an explodey-streak, but he can and absolutely will beat down a kid if that kid looks a little too stabby for his own good.
He could handle Sam soulless, all foot taller hundred pounds heavier. He can definitely handle Jack.
Maybe he should feel a little worse about being relieved by his powerlessness, but... he doesn't. So. It's whatever.
Let's go get some food in your face, then... figure the rest out. ]
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It's that first little bit of hesitance that doesn't quite track with the cadence and tone he's gotten used to hearing.
It furrows his brow for a split-second, but then it's gone again just as abruptly.
He made himself stop looking for something a long time ago.
His answering silence stretches on only for a couple more seconds as he studies Jack, then ultimately breaks, nodding his head toward the beater. ]
Get in the car.
[ He says, sounding not angry so much as resigned. Soul or no soul, Jack's still his kid. He's just human soulless now, which is... well, at least it's better. Couldn't do much about the second most powerful creature in all creation going on an explodey-streak, but he can and absolutely will beat down a kid if that kid looks a little too stabby for his own good.
He could handle Sam soulless, all foot taller hundred pounds heavier. He can definitely handle Jack.
Maybe he should feel a little worse about being relieved by his powerlessness, but... he doesn't. So. It's whatever.
Let's go get some food in your face, then... figure the rest out. ]