[ dean expects mockery, even if he knows cas not to be one to lower himself to that. there's a lot he's heard and seen the other man say and do, but not that. not with him, not with something like this. still, the lack of bitter words, chosen to hurt him is what eventually prompts dean to speak up even if he doesn't look at cas.
there's no easy to way put any of it, so he just goes for the bottom line, much like has become his habit over the years. ]
I shot him.
[ i killed him. i killed sam. it's entirely devoid of any feeling, neither laced with anger or sadness-- just nothing. like stating an obvious, every day fact. he'd shot sam thinking it was lucifer, his brother was dead, and it was his fault.
but jesus, does he hate himself, and it only shows in the way his hands clutch tighter at each other from where they rest in his lap. ]
action.
there's no easy to way put any of it, so he just goes for the bottom line, much like has become his habit over the years. ]
I shot him.
[ i killed him. i killed sam. it's entirely devoid of any feeling, neither laced with anger or sadness-- just nothing. like stating an obvious, every day fact. he'd shot sam thinking it was lucifer, his brother was dead, and it was his fault.
but jesus, does he hate himself, and it only shows in the way his hands clutch tighter at each other from where they rest in his lap. ]