Dean laughed. “Since when have you ever cared about what was legal? When you were dragging us from school to school, forging student records? Committing credit card fraud? Petty theft? Or when you were torturing and killing that kid?”
Silence on the other end of the line. Not even breathing.
“I always took care of Sam because you couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. You had better things to do. And yeah, for a long time, I bought into that. Thought you had good reasons. But no matter which way you cut it, when it came to how you were with Sam, you failed.”
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Date: 2014-02-11 02:18 pm (UTC)“Yeah.”
“Christ on a stick. Boy, are you ok?”
Stopped reading to laugh at that one.
Dean laughed. “Since when have you ever cared about what was legal? When you were dragging us from school to school, forging student records? Committing credit card fraud? Petty theft? Or when you were torturing and killing that kid?”
Silence on the other end of the line. Not even breathing.
“I always took care of Sam because you couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. You had better things to do. And yeah, for a long time, I bought into that. Thought you had good reasons. But no matter which way you cut it, when it came to how you were with Sam, you failed.”
Small applause. Well said young man.
Woohoo! Go Dean.