[ Dean can hate, Dean can hate with a fury that probably surpasses the argents, fueled by decades in hell with a knife in his hand. Lately, though, the older he gets, the less he can muster up the energy for it. His life has become a slow burning fire of bitterness, and there isn't really even any of that directed at Derek either. Just the world weary determination to do his duty, softened by exposure and experience. Somebody might call it wisdom, though Dean doesn't feel particularly wise even at the best of times.
Maybe he's just too tired to be a shitty person.
He can't help but to huff something of a tiny laugh when Derek mentions the brig. First off, if killing a werewolf to prevent multiple lives earns him a life sentence in space jail, it's a price he's willing to pay. Second off, he'd be impressed if any jail actually managed to hold him for longer than a couple weeks without round the clock supervision. Then again, it's not like he'd be able to get very far if he broke out, so. Fair enough.
The answer's good enough for him for now. Whether or not Derek's being honest remains to be seen, but it's not like Dean can get a damn contract signed in blood or something, so he nods solemnly.]
Alright.
[He agrees, lips pursing together.]
I'll take your word on that.
[Which is about the best thing they've got in a place without currency.
And on that note, there's nothing left to be said. He pushes up from his chair, sliding it politely out of the way.]
Good luck with your, uh-
[He nods vaguely at the bandage Derek's been so keen to keep on the DL this whole talk. Sorry, bro, he definitely noticed. At least he wasn't douchey enough to ask about it.]
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Maybe he's just too tired to be a shitty person.
He can't help but to huff something of a tiny laugh when Derek mentions the brig. First off, if killing a werewolf to prevent multiple lives earns him a life sentence in space jail, it's a price he's willing to pay. Second off, he'd be impressed if any jail actually managed to hold him for longer than a couple weeks without round the clock supervision. Then again, it's not like he'd be able to get very far if he broke out, so. Fair enough.
The answer's good enough for him for now. Whether or not Derek's being honest remains to be seen, but it's not like Dean can get a damn contract signed in blood or something, so he nods solemnly.]
Alright.
[He agrees, lips pursing together.]
I'll take your word on that.
[Which is about the best thing they've got in a place without currency.
And on that note, there's nothing left to be said. He pushes up from his chair, sliding it politely out of the way.]
Good luck with your, uh-
[He nods vaguely at the bandage Derek's been so keen to keep on the DL this whole talk. Sorry, bro, he definitely noticed. At least he wasn't douchey enough to ask about it.]