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2.02

SAM: Yeah. You ever notice Dad had a falling out with just about everybody?
(Dean nods casually; Sam lowers the phone.)
Well, don’t get all maudlin on me, man. 

DEAN: What do you mean?

SAM: I mean this “strong silent” thing of yours, it’s crap.

DEAN: Oh, god.

SAM: I’m over it. This isn’t just anyone we’re talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man.

DEAN: You know what, back off, all right? Just because I’m not caring and sharing like you want me to.

SAM: No, no, no, that’s not what this is about, Dean. I don’t care how you deal with this. But you have to deal with it, man. Listen, I’m your brother, all right? I just want to make sure you’re okay.

DEAN: Dude, I’m okay. I’m okay, okay? I swear, the next person who asks me if I’m okay, I’m gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues, quit dumping them on me!

SAM: What are you talking about?

DEAN: I just think it’s really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It’s like, oh, what would Dad want me to do? Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell, you, you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him. And now that he’s dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I’m sorry Sam, but you can’t, it’s too little, too late.

SAM: Why are you saying this to me?

DEAN: Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this. I’m dealing with Dad’s death! Are you?

13.04

SAM: My brother, he’s not, uh, he’s not processing his grief.

MIA: Mm.

DEAN: Really? No, I’m… (chuckles) No, I’m good, actually. With death, closure, whole freakin’ bottle of Jack. 

SAM: Are you?

DEAN: Yeah. Because I know that Mom’s dead, and I know that she’s not coming back. 

SAM: Okay, I hear what you’re saying, I just wish…

MIA: You wish he’d be more open to therapy?

SAM: Sure. Exactly.

DEAN: All right, this is a safe place, right, Doc? Okay. My brother’s delusional.

SAM: Dean.

DEAN: You said you wanted to give this a shot, right? Here we go. He won’t even admit that Mom’s dead. Won’t even admit it. 

SAM: Stop.

DEAN: Because if he admits it, then it’s real. If it’s real, then he has to deal with it, and he can’t handle that. 

SAM: Right, because this is so easy for you, uh?

DEAN: No, it’s not easy.

SAM: Yeah, but at least you had a relationship with Mom. I mean, who would she always call? Who did she look to for everything? 

DEAN: Okay.

SAM: You had something with her I never had! And now I’m just supposed to accept that I never will have it?

These are your issues, quit dumping them on me! 

!!!!

Wow. Side by side its so clear isn’t it?