“ no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for. ”
‘ but you shouldn’t have to look for something, dad, that’s exactly my point — you’re supposed to know what you’re fighting for. ’
god help him, he’s trying. trying for understanding rather than confrontation, trying to keep it together for everyone’s sake but his own. the doctors okayed him to leave after a long night of observation, yet he hasn’t ventured beyond the hospital cafeteria — forcing himself to eat for the simple fact that his body requires sustenance in order to function. every waking second since they got here has been spent climbing the walls and swallowing the bile in his throat.
dad wasn’t too badly hurt. bad enough that he’s confined to his bed, not bad enough to have him pumped full of pain meds. ( not that sam thinks he’d take them if he were. ) dean, on the other hand ...
dean was suffering from internal injuries before that semi plowed into them, and they have the fucking demon to thank for that. it’s the head injury that has the doctors thinking in worst - case scenarios ; early signs of cerebral edema, they’d said. that means his brain is swelling. means he’s comatose and hooked up to machines that keep track of his vitals and do his breathing because he can’t do it himself.
you need to have realistic expectations, son. that’s what they’d said. to them, dean is just a statistic. a bunch of words on a chart. to sam, in a lot of ways, dean is everything.
‘ when dean came and got me at school, he was afraid somethin’ awful might’ve happened to you. we chased your shadow around the country for months, and for what ? to find out you’d bailed, just so you could track the demon alone ? you were gone, dad. all we had was each other. and — you know, i get it. i do. i get why you did it, but after everything we’ve been through together you’re still sticking us at the kid’s table. you’re still not being straight with us. ’
he says us, and we, because he can’t acknowledge the possibility that his brother might not ever wake up again. because it’s the three of them or it’s nothing, and ‘ nothing ’ isn’t an option.
killing this demon comes first. before me, before everything.
no, sir. not before everything.
he doesn’t need to find something to fight for. he’s found it. it’s been there all his life. and dad, of all people, needs to understand that.
‘ i thought we were past this. ’ it’s quiet. uneven. makes him sound like a child. john and mary’s child. ‘ i just thought, with everything that’s happened ... i thought you trusted us enough to tell us the truth. dad — please. please just talk to me. ’
the last of us / selectively accepting !
