The spectacle has John looking on with narrow purpose. He sees the effects of dismissal happening in front of him and for his part, he doesn't appreciate the possibility of puke-coughing blood all over himself.
Jaw working slightly, he folds his arms and looks away so Winchester can take care of himself in relative privacy.
"You promised you wouldn't be cruel," he says, maybe feeling a little sensitive about the comment despite having fired the first shot. "You said we'd work on this together."
They're supposed to be lovers, they're supposed to take care of each other over everyone else. That's the role he was given, at least, although he knows he can't ask Dean to confirm its the same for him without breaking the rules. But maybe hinting at a truce will be enough subtext to at least get them to lower their proverbial pistols over this turn of events.
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Jaw working slightly, he folds his arms and looks away so Winchester can take care of himself in relative privacy.
"You promised you wouldn't be cruel," he says, maybe feeling a little sensitive about the comment despite having fired the first shot. "You said we'd work on this together."
They're supposed to be lovers, they're supposed to take care of each other over everyone else. That's the role he was given, at least, although he knows he can't ask Dean to confirm its the same for him without breaking the rules. But maybe hinting at a truce will be enough subtext to at least get them to lower their proverbial pistols over this turn of events.