The anger dies on his lips, not because he's so jonesing for a cookie, but because the offer is so... random, so off the wall that he completely wasn't expecting it.
Christmas cookies.
He stares at John for a long, long moment.
He came back from the god damn future to prevent a god damn apocalypse and he's spend every ounce of energy he has today screaming at the faceless construct of a person, the world is doomed, Cas is dead, Blake is going to sleep with a fucking demon, Tom lost his soul, Sam's screwed, Wonderland is going to die, everything is falling apart, and this kid looks up at him with his stupid eyes and asks him so sincerely if he wants a Christmas cookie and Dean for the life of him cannot fathom it.
"...You know, in the future, you don't really talk. You should, I don't know, consider looking into that or something." He responds in disbelief, shaking his head. "...What kind of cookie."
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The anger dies on his lips, not because he's so jonesing for a cookie, but because the offer is so... random, so off the wall that he completely wasn't expecting it.
Christmas cookies.
He stares at John for a long, long moment.
He came back from the god damn future to prevent a god damn apocalypse and he's spend every ounce of energy he has today screaming at the faceless construct of a person, the world is doomed, Cas is dead, Blake is going to sleep with a fucking demon, Tom lost his soul, Sam's screwed, Wonderland is going to die, everything is falling apart, and this kid looks up at him with his stupid eyes and asks him so sincerely if he wants a Christmas cookie and Dean for the life of him cannot fathom it.
"...You know, in the future, you don't really talk. You should, I don't know, consider looking into that or something." He responds in disbelief, shaking his head. "...What kind of cookie."