#rebuiltmyself

daryl's eyes immediately flicker up to odie's, face softening with surprise. he's stumped. this gesture is brand new to him— he doesn't even know what to say.

❝ Can you blame me? Or was I supposed to pretend you haven’t gotten a peek too? ❞

"hey odie? guess what?" he taps the photo against his palm before gently handing it back. brow cocked high on his forehead. dean delivers a smile accompanied with his answer. "you're a dick!"

               ❝   you   know,   surprisingly   enough   preserving   the   offending   blade   was   not   on   my   list   of   priorities.   ❞      it   was   a   superficial   stab   at   best.      well,   to   him   anyway.      any   stab   wound   that   didn’t   require   surgical   intervention   beyond   stitches   was   considered   superficial   to   the   supervisory   agent.      ❝   it’s   probably   been   put   into   evidence.      maybe   once   it   all   goes   to   trial   and   is   done   with,   you   can   have   the   knife   then.      i   wouldn’t   keep   my   hopes   up   about   it.   ❞

❝ No offense to them, but I honestly doubt it. It’s their world but murkier, more nasty.. and while I’m sure they’d make smarter decisions than most, I also know the only real chance they’d have is if they knew a hunter or two. Even then, more people die around us than most. ❞

❝ I’m sensing a pattern here.. ❞

— the best uncle there ever was, proven time and time again !