[Want, no; he'd like nothing more than to get the frak out of here and leave this behind him. But without his leg, he's stuck on this roof just as much as he was on the other as far as he can see it, unless she plans on swinging them all the way to level one. He can live with it, away from the dogs, away from Dean's body. He's lived through worse. That's something he can almost always say: he's lived through worse.
So when she says that, he just sort of gives her a quizzical look, then glances around, wondering if he's missing something other than the obvious. Dean sometimes forgets about his limitations, but this is a new level of confusing.]
spam!
So when she says that, he just sort of gives her a quizzical look, then glances around, wondering if he's missing something other than the obvious. Dean sometimes forgets about his limitations, but this is a new level of confusing.]
I, uh... I need my leg. Or at least a leg.