[God, he hates admitting it, especially since there's no way of knowing if this is remotely earnest or not, but - it makes sense. Whatever nebulous thing is running this place, it knows about Dean and Gabriel and Hell and everything, and they both know the level of risk that invites.
Fuck this. Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this.
He sighs, long and slow.]
Okay. I'm not gonna rule anything out. But how do you know it's not, say, me?
video;
Fuck this. Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this.
He sighs, long and slow.]
Okay. I'm not gonna rule anything out. But how do you know it's not, say, me?