"You and I, Sammy? We're always badass and that's never going to change." It was the one truth Dean could always hold onto. "You see though, I always thought shit was supposed to get easier with age and it just keeps getting harder." Even now, in a place that was supposed to take his mind off saving the world it still felt like an uphill battle. Maybe he just didn't know how to be anything other than emotionally fucked up. Maybe it was because he bottled everything in and never let a damn thing go. Maybe it was because all he did was run around in circles, repeatedly chasing after his own damn tail. Or, maybe it was something else entirely.
"No, I'm not confused, and we weren't almost a thing. I just-" when did they ever talk about girls? Never. There wasn't much to talk about, usually. Dean rarely settled into one bed for too long and he never got too attached to anyone. Grounded. Did Jo make him feel grounded? What did that even mean? Had Lisa? No. He didn't want to think about her right now. That was a road he wasn't interested in traveling down at this time. "I don't know, Sam. I just felt different when I saw she was here and that's all I know."