Damn. He clears his throat, considering it, debating how honest to be. Winchester style dictates that he's absurdly vague or flat-out lying, but that won't get them very far in this particular conversation when things are already so confusing. It also won't help him to find out where Dean's come from.
His brother knows all his tells, anyway.
"... You'd died," he says, finally, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Metatron killed you. And... then you were just gone. I haven't seen it myself, but I know what happens next. With Crowley, with the First Blade."
With Dean being a demon and coming after Sam in the most lethal way.
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Damn. He clears his throat, considering it, debating how honest to be. Winchester style dictates that he's absurdly vague or flat-out lying, but that won't get them very far in this particular conversation when things are already so confusing. It also won't help him to find out where Dean's come from.
His brother knows all his tells, anyway.
"... You'd died," he says, finally, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Metatron killed you. And... then you were just gone. I haven't seen it myself, but I know what happens next. With Crowley, with the First Blade."
With Dean being a demon and coming after Sam in the most lethal way.