Dean smirked. Seemed Reno and his partner were tight, probably maintaining a somewhat fraternal relationship. Guess he couldn't frown upon that. Turks weren't run-of-the-mill, ordinary citizens. They must've been pretty isolated in their lifestyle... something the hunter could relate to without a doubt.
Recollections of that night reminded him of that unpleasant feeling he'd experienced – of one's world being turned upside down. Come to think of it, that'd been the last time he'd spoken to Reno. Was he unconsciously afraid that talking to the guy could mean getting a lecture from Sam? He didn't know. But he was talking to him now. And evidently, those two (or... however long it'd been) days of separation hadn't triggered hard feelings.
He kind of missed those first few nights he'd spent with the Shin-Ra group. Less deep thinking involved.
"Yeah," he growled in response. The dour expression was swiftly replaced by a tough look as he folded his arms, revolving on the chair and leaning his back against the bar. Any sign of scrutiny from the redhead was met with a fairly blank stare. "Sort o' wish he'd never arrived, now I've seen he's OK." He couldn't believe he was admitting it, but it was the closest to the truth he'd stated aloud to anyone. Sure, he'd suffered those brief episodes of panic when he'd reflected on his brother, and the life-threatening situation he'd left behind...
A storm had begun inside him since their reunion, and it existed with the purpose of worsening over time. It had intensified Dean's personal belief that Landel's Institute was some kind of Hell.
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Recollections of that night reminded him of that unpleasant feeling he'd experienced – of one's world being turned upside down. Come to think of it, that'd been the last time he'd spoken to Reno. Was he unconsciously afraid that talking to the guy could mean getting a lecture from Sam? He didn't know. But he was talking to him now. And evidently, those two (or... however long it'd been) days of separation hadn't triggered hard feelings.
He kind of missed those first few nights he'd spent with the Shin-Ra group. Less deep thinking involved.
"Yeah," he growled in response. The dour expression was swiftly replaced by a tough look as he folded his arms, revolving on the chair and leaning his back against the bar. Any sign of scrutiny from the redhead was met with a fairly blank stare. "Sort o' wish he'd never arrived, now I've seen he's OK." He couldn't believe he was admitting it, but it was the closest to the truth he'd stated aloud to anyone. Sure, he'd suffered those brief episodes of panic when he'd reflected on his brother, and the life-threatening situation he'd left behind...
A storm had begun inside him since their reunion, and it existed with the purpose of worsening over time. It had intensified Dean's personal belief that Landel's Institute was some kind of Hell.