( Neal needs his moment, so, with some concern, Dean takes up his bowl again. They always need to work through it themselves. They're not pressed for time or danger so Neal gets to process it by punishing himself. At least that's how it comes off as he incredulously stares at the wall. Dean just watches, eating the carbonara.
He does slide the moonshine closer to him, to remind him that it's an option.
Jury's out on how crazy Neal is. A guy who forges good enough for the FBI to take an interest and then turn around and use him. It does sound like Neal has led a life.
Dean's regarded again. He puffs out a cheek, slightly moving his head. It looks more like a tic than anything. He inhales, then, looking back at him. )
Couple. Something's controlling the fog. A witch, a god, lesser deity. Keeps us in. Maybe it is 1990-something. ( Time travel. It happens. ) It's something powerful, and something outside of time. So, it might even be an angel. ( It's not god. ) Doesn't add up. And, whatever we eat, we steal, shows back up. All this? Back in the fridge and in your pantries. I don't know what does that, except for someone or something that has control over everything.
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He does slide the moonshine closer to him, to remind him that it's an option.
Jury's out on how crazy Neal is. A guy who forges good enough for the FBI to take an interest and then turn around and use him. It does sound like Neal has led a life.
Dean's regarded again. He puffs out a cheek, slightly moving his head. It looks more like a tic than anything. He inhales, then, looking back at him. )
Couple. Something's controlling the fog. A witch, a god, lesser deity. Keeps us in. Maybe it is 1990-something. ( Time travel. It happens. ) It's something powerful, and something outside of time. So, it might even be an angel. ( It's not god. ) Doesn't add up. And, whatever we eat, we steal, shows back up. All this? Back in the fridge and in your pantries. I don't know what does that, except for someone or something that has control over everything.