( Dean's always been Sam's biggest cheerleader. He knows what his brother could've been doing had he not pulled him out of Stanford. Sam translates ancient texts and apprentices Rowena from beyond the grave. Sam is the smartest guy Dean knows, besides himself. Dean never gives himself enough credit when it comes to how smart he really is. He may not have gone to school, but he's smart. )
Don't know. He does and we're not away from each other anymore. Would I wish this on him? Hell no. ( He'd joke about how Sam'd clutch his pearls if he were here, but Sam always approached sex more carefully than Dean did. He cared about who he cared about. He'd live. ) I don't know. Selfish part says, no. The part that wants him to live a long and happy life and not worry about me? That part says yes.
[ He nods. It's not like Jeff hasn't had similarly mixed thoughts about his loved ones. Some nights he misses his mom so much he could cry. His friends, too. God, he'd been so codependent on Ally for so many years, he hadn't realized how incomplete he'd feel without her. His platonic soul mate...
He even misses the demon sometimes. At least with Ziggy around, he was never alone. ]
Yeah... I know my family's doing good without me, so. [ He shrugs and takes a bigger drink. ] I'm okay sticking around here without 'em. Not like I was doing anything back home.
[ He'd just lost his band and tanked his budding career, so, eh. Might as well be the end of the world! (To a 21 year old, anyway.) ]
( Dean's not gone, not cursed, just dead. Run of the mill vampire dead. Jeff was doing nothing and Dean was trying to start over. He was even contemplating going back into the workforce. )
You gave a good show. I'd pay money for it. ( Hunter money, anyway. ) How many of us feel like this is our chance to start over. With -- boundaries.
Yeah? [ Oh, he grins like pure sunshine, because that's the best compliment Jeff could hope for. ] Thanks! Now I just need everyone else in the city to get on board, then I'm set.
[ He huffs softly, expression going a little more serious. A chance to start over... Until now, he hadn't really thought of this in those terms, but... It doesn't sound so bad, now. ]
I dunno. I guess there's more than a few of us. Some people seem to really like it here, like it's better than home... Even some of the other subs... [ Speaking of: ] Hey, I might be totally crazy, but didn't you have-- the last time I saw you... [ He runs a finger down his own marking. ]
I did. Don't ask anyone from the city, they'll wrap you in a straitjacket.
( That was a maddening fifteen minutes. )
I fall under one of those, maybe it's better than categories, but I won't rub it in your face. Still going to push back when I can. Can't lose those muscles.
Huh... So it just... it just happened? That's it? No explanation? [ Man. Can it happen to anyone at any time? Would he even want it if the opportunity came up?
He pushes the thought aside. It doesn't really matter right now, anyway. Jeff smiles, a little crookedly, and takes another drink. At least he can feel some nice buzz starting to blossom. ]
Yeah? You got a whole Rebel Without a Cause thing going? Or-- [ Wait. ] Rebel With a Cause.
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Don't know. He does and we're not away from each other anymore. Would I wish this on him? Hell no. ( He'd joke about how Sam'd clutch his pearls if he were here, but Sam always approached sex more carefully than Dean did. He cared about who he cared about. He'd live. ) I don't know. Selfish part says, no. The part that wants him to live a long and happy life and not worry about me? That part says yes.
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He even misses the demon sometimes. At least with Ziggy around, he was never alone. ]
Yeah... I know my family's doing good without me, so. [ He shrugs and takes a bigger drink. ] I'm okay sticking around here without 'em. Not like I was doing anything back home.
[ He'd just lost his band and tanked his budding career, so, eh. Might as well be the end of the world! (To a 21 year old, anyway.) ]
Maybe I can be a real rock star here.
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( Dean's not gone, not cursed, just dead. Run of the mill vampire dead. Jeff was doing nothing and Dean was trying to start over. He was even contemplating going back into the workforce. )
You gave a good show. I'd pay money for it. ( Hunter money, anyway. ) How many of us feel like this is our chance to start over. With -- boundaries.
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[ He huffs softly, expression going a little more serious. A chance to start over... Until now, he hadn't really thought of this in those terms, but... It doesn't sound so bad, now. ]
I dunno. I guess there's more than a few of us. Some people seem to really like it here, like it's better than home... Even some of the other subs... [ Speaking of: ] Hey, I might be totally crazy, but didn't you have-- the last time I saw you... [ He runs a finger down his own marking. ]
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( That was a maddening fifteen minutes. )
I fall under one of those, maybe it's better than categories, but I won't rub it in your face. Still going to push back when I can. Can't lose those muscles.
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He pushes the thought aside. It doesn't really matter right now, anyway. Jeff smiles, a little crookedly, and takes another drink. At least he can feel some nice buzz starting to blossom. ]
Yeah? You got a whole Rebel Without a Cause thing going? Or-- [ Wait. ] Rebel With a Cause.
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( He bets not. )
Most days.