[ Dean wanted to cringe, wanted to throw down his cards and walk away. He wanted to flip a goddamn table, throw Cas' game away, force him to pay attention and stop wallowing. But he was allowed to wallow, allowed to feel his pain as much as Dean wanted him to get over it.
Most of all, Dean knew he couldn't do anything, and that was the worst. That no matter what he said, it was the wrong thing, wasn't good enough, didn't hit home in the way he kept trying to make it. He was throwing anything at the wall, just to see what would stick and nothing did. Nothing. ]
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[ Dean wanted to cringe, wanted to throw down his cards and walk away. He wanted to flip a goddamn table, throw Cas' game away, force him to pay attention and stop wallowing. But he was allowed to wallow, allowed to feel his pain as much as Dean wanted him to get over it.
Most of all, Dean knew he couldn't do anything, and that was the worst. That no matter what he said, it was the wrong thing, wasn't good enough, didn't hit home in the way he kept trying to make it. He was throwing anything at the wall, just to see what would stick and nothing did. Nothing. ]
Do babies know how to play poker?