"Golly gee, Deano, I'm glad you learned to tolerate our existence. That's awful sweet of you - you're a saint. Really, I mean that." He doesn't mean that. "This isn't some kind of contest for the moral high ground, champ, or for who does and doesn't deserve to take revenge."
If it were, he'd be willing to concede that he doesn't have the moral high ground. It's never been much of a concern to him, really: justice is important to him, but not overwhelmingly so. His family is, and so is his pride. Any threat to either of those and he's perfectly willing to completely disregard any of the moral standards he holds others to. Especially when his family is apparently willing to do the same for him, which he deeply appreciates. He's not much one for displays of affection unless they're grandiose and ridiculous, but he leans into Raphael's touch just a fraction of an inch, and his expression softens a little. Unfortunately, he's still a bitter, sadistic, twisted kind of guy, so that's unlikely to actually let Dean off the hook at all.
"I don't care if you want me dead. Given how many times you've tried it, it doesn't exactly hurt my feelings any more. And believe it or not, I can't say I'm interested in listening to you rant and rave about it, so... if this hasn't helped you learn to play nice, we're probably gonna have to try a different method."
The thorns disappear from the vines, but they wrap around his limbs tighter to make up for it, enough to keep him from moving in any way likely to be helpful.
What d'you reckon, we about done here? I think I wanna leave him to stew for a bit. Figuratively rather than literally... tempting though that is.
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If it were, he'd be willing to concede that he doesn't have the moral high ground. It's never been much of a concern to him, really: justice is important to him, but not overwhelmingly so. His family is, and so is his pride. Any threat to either of those and he's perfectly willing to completely disregard any of the moral standards he holds others to. Especially when his family is apparently willing to do the same for him, which he deeply appreciates. He's not much one for displays of affection unless they're grandiose and ridiculous, but he leans into Raphael's touch just a fraction of an inch, and his expression softens a little. Unfortunately, he's still a bitter, sadistic, twisted kind of guy, so that's unlikely to actually let Dean off the hook at all.
"I don't care if you want me dead. Given how many times you've tried it, it doesn't exactly hurt my feelings any more. And believe it or not, I can't say I'm interested in listening to you rant and rave about it, so... if this hasn't helped you learn to play nice, we're probably gonna have to try a different method."
The thorns disappear from the vines, but they wrap around his limbs tighter to make up for it, enough to keep him from moving in any way likely to be helpful.
What d'you reckon, we about done here? I think I wanna leave him to stew for a bit. Figuratively rather than literally... tempting though that is.