( Hilarious. His answering look's flat, deadpan and unimpressed. Less bothered by the joke, more by the fact that he can't glean anything of value in the lines around Sam's eyes or the tone of his voice. What would have been recreational wariness is now person of interest until he can figure out whether or not the guy's a threat to the camp population -- not a threat in general, that much they've already established as a clear yes at 'cop' and 'ranger'. He can be a knife all he wants, all Dean cares about is which direction he's pointing.
When Dean doesn't react to the space invasion, it's not because he's mirroring Sam and making a choice to wipe his face clean. It's more that he's dead inside, and that stature started being meaningless some time between forty years in hell and his juiced up brother sucking down demon blood. )
Well gosh, If I'd have known this was a dick measuring hike I'd have brought my yardstick.
( His tone's a strange mix of cheerful and flat; bouncing on the surface, empty underneath. Good ol' patented 'breaking the obvious tension by sarcastically shitting all over it with his idiot mouth' habit. This time, not because he's angling for a more companionable walk. It's just his obnoxious personality. )
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When Dean doesn't react to the space invasion, it's not because he's mirroring Sam and making a choice to wipe his face clean. It's more that he's dead inside, and that stature started being meaningless some time between forty years in hell and his juiced up brother sucking down demon blood. )
Well gosh, If I'd have known this was a dick measuring hike I'd have brought my yardstick.
( His tone's a strange mix of cheerful and flat; bouncing on the surface, empty underneath. Good ol' patented 'breaking the obvious tension by sarcastically shitting all over it with his idiot mouth' habit. This time, not because he's angling for a more companionable walk. It's just his obnoxious personality. )