Ellen was washing up the glasses and Jo was cleaning the tables, when the door opened and Dean entered with a big smile. He wore his gun over his shoulder and nodded outside.
“Have wewe ever made deer for dinner?” he asked Ellen. Jo looked up upset. “You shot a deer?” she asked shocked. She put the dishes down and walked outside to the truck Dean had been driving since Cas’ death. She caressed the head of the dead deer.
“The Dean I know would’ve never killed a defenseless animal” she alisema trembling. Dean had followed her outside.
“The Dean wewe know died along with Cas” he replied bitter. “Where’s Sam?”
“He’s at the garage, maintaining your car” Jo said. “If your baby had feelings, she’d be really hurt kwa you”
Dean shrugged. “It’s just a car” he mumbled careless.
“You really don’t care anymore, do you” It wasn’t a question. Dean didn’t respond, but threw the deer over his shoulders and carried it to the ghalani at the backside of the roadhouse. He walked to the meza, jedwali and put it down. He pulled his shoulders to make them less sore. He picked up the axe and touched the head of the deer.
“Are wewe thinking about keeping the head as some kind of trophy?” Ellen had entered the ghalani via the backdoor leading to the roadhouse’s kitchen.
Dean sighed irritated and waved the axe. He heard Ellen’s footsteps come closer.
“I’m glad wewe started hunting again” she started, but Dean felt there was a but coming. And indeed. “But I’d be much gladder if you’d be out there, killing demons, because last time I checked that’s what wewe and Sam do best”
Dean grabbed the deer kwa its feet and dragged it to the center of the barn. There he hung it upside down to let it bleed out.
“Think about all the innocent people that will die au already have died on the hands of evil” Ellen tried to guilt trip Dean.
“There are other hunters. They can do the job” Dean mumbled.
“None of them are you, Dean. What you’re doing is selfish” Ellen pointed out heartless.
“Why? Why would I care about some people I don’t even know? What does it matter if I kill every last demon on earth? Cas will still be dead” Dean snapped emotional.
“So, someone wewe loved died and now everyone has to lose someone they loved?” Ellen asked, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows.
Dean shrugged, pretending not to care. He walked back to the meza, jedwali and took a knife.
“I have work to do. I’m sure wewe do too”
“Fine” Ellen replied fierce. “Wallow in grieve, push everyone away. That’ll fix everything”
She opened the door to the jikoni and left Dean alone.
“Have wewe ever made deer for dinner?” he asked Ellen. Jo looked up upset. “You shot a deer?” she asked shocked. She put the dishes down and walked outside to the truck Dean had been driving since Cas’ death. She caressed the head of the dead deer.
“The Dean I know would’ve never killed a defenseless animal” she alisema trembling. Dean had followed her outside.
“The Dean wewe know died along with Cas” he replied bitter. “Where’s Sam?”
“He’s at the garage, maintaining your car” Jo said. “If your baby had feelings, she’d be really hurt kwa you”
Dean shrugged. “It’s just a car” he mumbled careless.
“You really don’t care anymore, do you” It wasn’t a question. Dean didn’t respond, but threw the deer over his shoulders and carried it to the ghalani at the backside of the roadhouse. He walked to the meza, jedwali and put it down. He pulled his shoulders to make them less sore. He picked up the axe and touched the head of the deer.
“Are wewe thinking about keeping the head as some kind of trophy?” Ellen had entered the ghalani via the backdoor leading to the roadhouse’s kitchen.
Dean sighed irritated and waved the axe. He heard Ellen’s footsteps come closer.
“I’m glad wewe started hunting again” she started, but Dean felt there was a but coming. And indeed. “But I’d be much gladder if you’d be out there, killing demons, because last time I checked that’s what wewe and Sam do best”
Dean grabbed the deer kwa its feet and dragged it to the center of the barn. There he hung it upside down to let it bleed out.
“Think about all the innocent people that will die au already have died on the hands of evil” Ellen tried to guilt trip Dean.
“There are other hunters. They can do the job” Dean mumbled.
“None of them are you, Dean. What you’re doing is selfish” Ellen pointed out heartless.
“Why? Why would I care about some people I don’t even know? What does it matter if I kill every last demon on earth? Cas will still be dead” Dean snapped emotional.
“So, someone wewe loved died and now everyone has to lose someone they loved?” Ellen asked, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows.
Dean shrugged, pretending not to care. He walked back to the meza, jedwali and took a knife.
“I have work to do. I’m sure wewe do too”
“Fine” Ellen replied fierce. “Wallow in grieve, push everyone away. That’ll fix everything”
She opened the door to the jikoni and left Dean alone.
