No doubt there will be some unanswered questions going forward. Sam sees
Dean's reaction and opts to let Dean figure out for himself what he wants
to do from there. Castiel would talk to him should he come around Lucy's or
pray out his name even in thought. "Some things never seem to change, but
that's what I heard, too," he muses hesitantly. These days he stood back
and talked to people less. He knew a handful in town still saw him as
Lucifer and it stood to reason the story had traveled around. It was good
at least Dean could talk to them without a strange look (not that he ever
blamed folk). Rather than talking to people for information, it had been
Lucy to talk his ear off about what happened to the town. The old mechanic
shop would be a good place for Dean to take over. Lucy had mentioned that
she brought it up, but Sam only had seen the building remain empty and
dusty in passing as the indication Dean hadn't yet decided to. "Everyone
seems happy with the town." The ones that survived, he means. It is a
touchy subject and he treads carefully between phrasing it as a question or
a statement. Sam fills in the what Dean means in passing is that the town
is satisfactory to those that moved him. He feels himself partly sigh in
relief that the few that made it can have something decent again. "I don't
know about that. This town has some upsides, don't you think? Food grows on
the outskirts of town, and there's plumping again." Part of that is to
stand up for Lucy, but mostly to see where Dean stands currently. "In a few
more years, this place could really be something." It's harder for him to
be hopeful and optimistic but he tries not to be a downer whenever he
remembers. The world doesn't need two.
"It's like coming back from war. You never get used to it, but I think you
play along the best you can..." It sounds like a question more than a
statement. He, too, hasn't any answers or solutions beyond agreeing in his
own way.
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Date: 2025-04-25 03:08 am (UTC)No doubt there will be some unanswered questions going forward. Sam sees Dean's reaction and opts to let Dean figure out for himself what he wants to do from there. Castiel would talk to him should he come around Lucy's or pray out his name even in thought. "Some things never seem to change, but that's what I heard, too," he muses hesitantly. These days he stood back and talked to people less. He knew a handful in town still saw him as Lucifer and it stood to reason the story had traveled around. It was good at least Dean could talk to them without a strange look (not that he ever blamed folk). Rather than talking to people for information, it had been Lucy to talk his ear off about what happened to the town. The old mechanic shop would be a good place for Dean to take over. Lucy had mentioned that she brought it up, but Sam only had seen the building remain empty and dusty in passing as the indication Dean hadn't yet decided to. "Everyone seems happy with the town." The ones that survived, he means. It is a touchy subject and he treads carefully between phrasing it as a question or a statement. Sam fills in the what Dean means in passing is that the town is satisfactory to those that moved him. He feels himself partly sigh in relief that the few that made it can have something decent again. "I don't know about that. This town has some upsides, don't you think? Food grows on the outskirts of town, and there's plumping again." Part of that is to stand up for Lucy, but mostly to see where Dean stands currently. "In a few more years, this place could really be something." It's harder for him to be hopeful and optimistic but he tries not to be a downer whenever he remembers. The world doesn't need two.
"It's like coming back from war. You never get used to it, but I think you play along the best you can..." It sounds like a question more than a statement. He, too, hasn't any answers or solutions beyond agreeing in his own way.