[Dean doesn't really want comfort. He doesn't really need comfort. He had a fucked-up childhood - there's no doubt about that. They moved schools practically every two months once Dean got to be seventeen. It was hard on Sam, seeing what other kids had that they didn't, but by then Dean had become immune to it. No curfew, his dad let him drink.
He was invincible, the prime of teenage years. It didn't matter that Dean had never made any friends, because hunters didn't need friends.
Which begs the question, why does he feel as though he needs them now?]
Almost all of 'em. [He smirks, on much more comfortable ground.] 'Cept Bigfoot. And probably the Loch Ness Monster. But you name it, it's out there. There are a few, ah, minor details about killin' 'em that aren't right, though.
[Dean spreads his hands out in front of him, looking back at Philip.] Take vampires. Stabbing the suckers in the heart with a stake'll just make 'em angry. You gotta cut the head off. Lore and reality don't always match up, especially with creature features. Although, [He adds grudgingly, laughing a little.] Gary Oldman's a creepy-ass Dracula.
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He was invincible, the prime of teenage years. It didn't matter that Dean had never made any friends, because hunters didn't need friends.
Which begs the question, why does he feel as though he needs them now?]
Almost all of 'em. [He smirks, on much more comfortable ground.] 'Cept Bigfoot. And probably the Loch Ness Monster. But you name it, it's out there. There are a few, ah, minor details about killin' 'em that aren't right, though.
[Dean spreads his hands out in front of him, looking back at Philip.] Take vampires. Stabbing the suckers in the heart with a stake'll just make 'em angry. You gotta cut the head off. Lore and reality don't always match up, especially with creature features. Although, [He adds grudgingly, laughing a little.] Gary Oldman's a creepy-ass Dracula.