[ Dean takes his taco offering with pursed lips, moving to drag out a chair and settle with his elbows on the table while he unwraps it.
Without looking up, and almost instantly: ]
A lifetime of not giving a crap and being dead inside, mostly.
[ He answers bluntly, flatly, and it sounds sarcastic, but. It's actually true, so that word can't even really be applied. Maybe gallows humor, self-deprecation. Whatever the case, it's delivered in a way that's more meant to be a jab at himself than at Jack.
A second later he's gotta acknowledge that it's neither reassuring norm empathetic, and he sighs like he's giving into some outside force.
(It's his brain-Sam telling him he's being an asshole.)
His eyes leave his taco, abandoning it an inch into the air and letting it flop back onto the table carelessly. ]
You want me to level with you?
[ He looks Jack square in the eye, gives exactly one beat, but he doesn't actually wait for an answer. ]
I'm pissed. I'm gonna be pissed for a while. I don't know if I'm ever gonna not be pissed...
[ Another lingering beat, a sway into his shoulders, and a shuttering empty, old resignation across his eyes as they peel away again. ]
But you weren't you. I know it. I been there. Sam's been there. Cas has been there. We've all done exactly what you did, just... different. So. Welcome to the club.
[ It does not sound like a warm welcome, or a fun club. There definitely isn't a trace of forgiveness in his voice, either. It's all spoken from a "these are the facts" place, and that's the best he can offer. ]
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Without looking up, and almost instantly: ]
A lifetime of not giving a crap and being dead inside, mostly.
[ He answers bluntly, flatly, and it sounds sarcastic, but. It's actually true, so that word can't even really be applied. Maybe gallows humor, self-deprecation. Whatever the case, it's delivered in a way that's more meant to be a jab at himself than at Jack.
A second later he's gotta acknowledge that it's neither reassuring norm empathetic, and he sighs like he's giving into some outside force.
(It's his brain-Sam telling him he's being an asshole.)
His eyes leave his taco, abandoning it an inch into the air and letting it flop back onto the table carelessly. ]
You want me to level with you?
[ He looks Jack square in the eye, gives exactly one beat, but he doesn't actually wait for an answer. ]
I'm pissed. I'm gonna be pissed for a while. I don't know if I'm ever gonna not be pissed...
[ Another lingering beat, a sway into his shoulders, and a shuttering empty, old resignation across his eyes as they peel away again. ]
But you weren't you. I know it. I been there. Sam's been there. Cas has been there. We've all done exactly what you did, just... different. So. Welcome to the club.
[ It does not sound like a warm welcome, or a fun club. There definitely isn't a trace of forgiveness in his voice, either. It's all spoken from a "these are the facts" place, and that's the best he can offer. ]