There's no space left in him to hold the kind of feelings he used to have when Sam was around. And all the things in Sam that made Dean feel that way, they've been stripped away. Whatever's left of Sam is a burned-down building, steel bones looming naked over the ashes of the rest, roof fallen in and nothing inside worth saving. This is the limit, it must be. Dean takes the Pop-Tart. "Want to sit on the porch?"
I loved that description, and Dean's inevitable reaction. An interesting journey to watch of Sam returning to the world and to himself, at least in most ways. It was hard to imagine the thinkiness of Sam replaced with all that blankness, and Dean's worry mowed over by despair.
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Date: 2010-07-14 01:45 am (UTC)I loved that description, and Dean's inevitable reaction. An interesting journey to watch of Sam returning to the world and to himself, at least in most ways. It was hard to imagine the thinkiness of Sam replaced with all that blankness, and Dean's worry mowed over by despair.