On the mun's designs for character development

[decadency]

Even that ninth grade history text book you stole from your Catholic high school told you that the crusades ended badly.

I'm not doing it. Dean is unable.

So, uh. I rebel.

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[decadency]

[ Yeah. They break things. Especially themselves. And there's no absolution. There's no forgiveness or purpose. Things just are. He looks down and smiles, grin cracking his expression wide like a wince.

They hurt. Yeah. He gets that. Hence the pain meds. ]

I can't—I can't leave him. [ Dean. Dean in 2014. ] I'm, we're a part of this, angel. He'd be alone. [ And Dean does not function well alone. ]

[ He smiles again, apologetic, desolate. ] I, uh, I can't make Dean happy. Sam—Dean needs Sam. He doesn't need—us. [ His voice cracks. This is just the way things are. ]