[Dean huffs out a laugh that shifts into a sigh that fades into that kiss, smiling as he kisses Cas back out on the streets of Hellburbia.
He feels dazed when they start walking again but he doesn't let that slow him down as he walks with Cas, Miracle still slightly ahead of them, enjoying the many doggy splendors of the suburbs in Hell.
Cas' next question catches Dean off-guard. He blinks.] What, like a Hell shrink, or something?
[He shakes his head.] No, can't say that I have.
[He's never thought much of therapy, let alone that any therapist in the world could even begin to parse through the least of his mountain of problems.
He shakes his head, shrugs.] Never really thought there was a therapist who could deal with all of my shit, you know?
[How does one explain forty years of torture in Hell, for starters.]
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Date: 2021-03-11 03:00 am (UTC)He feels dazed when they start walking again but he doesn't let that slow him down as he walks with Cas, Miracle still slightly ahead of them, enjoying the many doggy splendors of the suburbs in Hell.
Cas' next question catches Dean off-guard. He blinks.] What, like a Hell shrink, or something?
[He shakes his head.] No, can't say that I have.
[He's never thought much of therapy, let alone that any therapist in the world could even begin to parse through the least of his mountain of problems.
He shakes his head, shrugs.] Never really thought there was a therapist who could deal with all of my shit, you know?
[How does one explain forty years of torture in Hell, for starters.]