Was it him, or was she finally getting more blunt about it? It wasn't exactly saying he was gonna burn in Hell for all eternity, but it was a lot more to his face than the dance around they'd had earlier.
Dean's voice was quiet. "I'm not sorry I did what I had to back there. It'll be worth it, so I don't see a point wishing I could take it back."
He just wished he'd had more time. On some level, Dean guessed a year was better than nothing...but compared to the ten the other bargainers got with the Crossroads Bitch, it wasn't great. A year could fly by fast and even now, sitting half-slouched against Kisugi's desk, he was aware in the back of his head at how many minutes, hours, he'd wasted here. Less than a year, technically. Time like that could sneak up on a guy and it added up in a big way. And then there was Hell itself. Dean knew it was gonna suck but how bad? Getting the crap beat outta him by that Meg chick had been one thing but her helpful description of the place probably hadn't done it justice. He could always get something from Sam, but somehow he suspected that whatever thousands of years of lore they had on the place wasn't gonna prep him for it either.
Dean was scared shitless about telling Sam the truth, but with that looming over his head, seriously considering the fact that he was gonna end up dog food and in Hell come this same time next year was coming in a real close second.
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Dean's voice was quiet. "I'm not sorry I did what I had to back there. It'll be worth it, so I don't see a point wishing I could take it back."
He just wished he'd had more time. On some level, Dean guessed a year was better than nothing...but compared to the ten the other bargainers got with the Crossroads Bitch, it wasn't great. A year could fly by fast and even now, sitting half-slouched against Kisugi's desk, he was aware in the back of his head at how many minutes, hours, he'd wasted here. Less than a year, technically. Time like that could sneak up on a guy and it added up in a big way. And then there was Hell itself. Dean knew it was gonna suck but how bad? Getting the crap beat outta him by that Meg chick had been one thing but her helpful description of the place probably hadn't done it justice. He could always get something from Sam, but somehow he suspected that whatever thousands of years of lore they had on the place wasn't gonna prep him for it either.
Dean was scared shitless about telling Sam the truth, but with that looming over his head, seriously considering the fact that he was gonna end up dog food and in Hell come this same time next year was coming in a real close second.