[ That feverish face draws closer to Dean's as the hunter shakes him, practically panting with the strain this vessel suffers and the exhilaration of being out. Out of Purgatory. ]
I mean that he outlived his usefulness to us and we killed him.
[ He lets that settle first, knowing full well -- probably better than most -- the weight such a lie has.
And then a laugh bubbles out of him, discordant in the way it sounds like two or more are giving voice to some sick amusement at the same time. But as he speaks, he slowly seems to settle into the corners of this vessel, filling every negligible space until the Leviathan possesses it completely.
Dean is such a feeble thing compared to the strength in his vessel, even in it's hungry and weakened state. It's been such a long time since the Leviathan has feasted on something with a beating heart, although it was hardly discerning when it came to food. ]
Oh! Oh, this is denial, isn't it? One of those... stages of grief?
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I mean that he outlived his usefulness to us and we killed him.
[ He lets that settle first, knowing full well -- probably better than most -- the weight such a lie has.
And then a laugh bubbles out of him, discordant in the way it sounds like two or more are giving voice to some sick amusement at the same time. But as he speaks, he slowly seems to settle into the corners of this vessel, filling every negligible space until the Leviathan possesses it completely.
Dean is such a feeble thing compared to the strength in his vessel, even in it's hungry and weakened state. It's been such a long time since the Leviathan has feasted on something with a beating heart, although it was hardly discerning when it came to food. ]
Oh! Oh, this is denial, isn't it? One of those... stages of grief?