[Yeah, odds are that Sam's not likely to take up the mantle of "Chief" anytime soon here. As similar as the two situations could be on paper, they couldn't be more different in reality. He gets the sense that throwing his hat in would turn into "too many cooks in the kitchen." He'll stick with what he knows best, which ... should be monster hunting, but seems like it has more to do with gods. Or capital G gods, minus the stupid hipster songs and the like. But maybe purposefully plural in the way that Chuck and Amara should have probably remained that way.
The good news is that they've dealt with gods or Gods. The bad news is everything else. He'll get there. They'll get there, probably. In time.]
Man, there's weird—douchebag office lackeys weird—and then there's weird. Mom gets pulled through a portal to Apocalypse World, and that's it. End of story. [One is Zachariah messing with them. The other is Dean denying that there could ever be a chance that their mom was even alive. Different things. Different shades.]
It's not like we found out that actor me has a name that no one could ever hope to spell, much less pronounce. This is—this is you. Shutting down. Shutting me down and out because you knew we'd have to have this talk.
[And hell, they only got to this point because Sam was halfway feigning a sense of normalcy.
He'd qualify it with things like: he gets why Dean isn't ready. Why it's a hard thing to talk about. But he also knows that these things need to be done in phases. In stages. This is the stage where Sam pushes at the problem. If they get anywhere, even to Dean saying he doesn't want to talk about it yet on his own?
Well, that's progress. To a certain degree. He knows how it goes with his brother.]
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The good news is that they've dealt with gods or Gods. The bad news is everything else. He'll get there. They'll get there, probably. In time.]
Man, there's weird—douchebag office lackeys weird—and then there's weird. Mom gets pulled through a portal to Apocalypse World, and that's it. End of story. [One is Zachariah messing with them. The other is Dean denying that there could ever be a chance that their mom was even alive. Different things. Different shades.]
It's not like we found out that actor me has a name that no one could ever hope to spell, much less pronounce. This is—this is you. Shutting down. Shutting me down and out because you knew we'd have to have this talk.
[And hell, they only got to this point because Sam was halfway feigning a sense of normalcy.
He'd qualify it with things like: he gets why Dean isn't ready. Why it's a hard thing to talk about. But he also knows that these things need to be done in phases. In stages. This is the stage where Sam pushes at the problem. If they get anywhere, even to Dean saying he doesn't want to talk about it yet on his own?
Well, that's progress. To a certain degree. He knows how it goes with his brother.]