there is a level of uneasiness that resonates from the young winchester, it had been years, an absolute long time in between seeing his uncle. a rift that stemmed from his father down to his sons, not to mention that his dad was now dead. john winchester died saving his son. a failure who was supposed to die, but, the penchant for cheating death started here. in those moments that he knew it didn’t matter anymore, that they could do as they wanted, not that they should but it’s a rough hand the winchesters are handed. the way the stench of death and misery clung to them, and now he’s faced with a man who is the spitting image of his father. he’d always known this but it stings worse given the circumstances.
“ listen you got me here so far, but, i ain’t stupid or born yesterday. ya’ can say your my uncle all ya' want. so prove it.”
dean is cautious and it wasn't that he was untrustworthy of the story that he had heard on that voicemail. but truthfully he didn't know his uncle and hadn't in years, and yellow eyes was a bastard of a planner. a plan laid out to snuff the entire winchester line, but sam. without hesitation a duffle is tossed onto the table and a fire in his eyes to carve into the very thing before him, if it wasn't his uncle. it would have meant he too was dead. his dad, mom, the best aunt in the world, and his uncle. all gone so why wouldn't dean blow off some steam? rustling through it pulling out a silver knife and a jug of holy water, courtesy of one paranoid bobby signer! dean graps the knife tightly by the end of the blade, tossing it into the air and grabbing at the hilt, before he thrusts it down into the table aggresively. never once breaking eye contact from his uncle.
“ see dad he mentioned you two got into a fight about somethin' but for a while i never could figure out what. til' now. you found out about it all, the hunting, all of it.”
dean leans on the table almost frothing with anger as it was burning him up inside. it had only been days since his dad gave his life for him. a day or so to dig through any belongings left by his father, a few minutes to listen to that voicemail, and then a day or so tracking negan down. of course the elder winchester sibling had left behind his brother, this was something he needed to do on his own, and if it wasn't his uncle. then he'd handle it like he's done before to any monster.
“ so you're gonna take a swig of that holy water.. 'n cut yourself with that blade there, and if you're my uncle? we can talk and if you're not who you say you are..then you're gonna wish you'd never messed with my family. ”
