[ It's a lot for Dean to try to sell his brother as if they don't all think about the sweet relief of death once in a while. He leaves it be, mostly because he doesn't want to admit to all those layers of sadness that have drug him to similar thoughts. ]
I'm lucky I don't have regrets. Which means I'm surviving. It was a bit sketchy for a while. That was too much time to think.
( Yes, but you see, the difference is Jo isn't a Winchester. Harvelles don't long for death the way Winchesters do. Jo wanted to live, and kick ass, and be better, he thinks. She won't get the chance now. )
You know none of that was real, right? Some of those choices were made for us. It doesn't count. You think I ever would have signed up to be a God? Hell no.
( If reality had any bearing on that place, he'd have died a few decades in, max, and everyone knows it. )
Yeah, I know that, but thanks for the reminder. I don't care about that. Another fucked up branch in the path of our lives. I'm not even sure what it was trying to tell us. Maybe that with enough time we'll all turn into bored bastards with too much power.
I think maybe that's exactly what it was trying to tell us. That if we live here long enough, we're gonna 'ascend', or whatever. That the old gods are just people who got summoned a few centuries ago.
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( Just in case Sam didn't know. )
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He's fine.
How are you holding up?
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You know none of that was real, right?
Some of those choices were made for us. It doesn't count.
You think I ever would have signed up to be a God?
Hell no.
( If reality had any bearing on that place, he'd have died a few decades in, max, and everyone knows it. )
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