Dean shrugs the incredulity off, refocuses on what he's being told.
"People don't normally dream in Barge comas. Unless you were just... sleeping like regular, for a bit, after coming out of it and before waking up," he offers. He doesn't remember anything from his own experience with the coma, and neither does anyone he knows. At least not anyone that's talking about it. "I..."
Dean doesn't believe in gods, either, even amongst all the other things he believes in as a matter of professional duty. Felix is trying to backpedal, now, though not exactly furiously; but he said something in the first place. He's concerned about something, and Dean doesn't like that.
He's trying to get better about dealing with that anyway, but it's another thing he's not sure he wants to be good at, so instead he offers: "Most of the cases we looked into? It was nothing. I only knew one psychic that was worth her salt, and she... was ridiculous." Yelling at him for things he hadn't even said or done yet and threatening to beat him with a wooden spoon. He liked her anyway. "In a good way. I mean, she knew what she was doing. And Sam..."
Dean struggles for a moment to explain Sam in a way that won't give too much away, that won't give off the wrong impression. The hunter shows far more tact in dealing with his brother than he does almost anything else, definitely anything in himself. "Sam's thing is different. It's not... I know what it is, and it's different." He quirks a smile. "It wouldn't be the same."
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"People don't normally dream in Barge comas. Unless you were just... sleeping like regular, for a bit, after coming out of it and before waking up," he offers. He doesn't remember anything from his own experience with the coma, and neither does anyone he knows. At least not anyone that's talking about it. "I..."
Dean doesn't believe in gods, either, even amongst all the other things he believes in as a matter of professional duty. Felix is trying to backpedal, now, though not exactly furiously; but he said something in the first place. He's concerned about something, and Dean doesn't like that.
He's trying to get better about dealing with that anyway, but it's another thing he's not sure he wants to be good at, so instead he offers: "Most of the cases we looked into? It was nothing. I only knew one psychic that was worth her salt, and she... was ridiculous." Yelling at him for things he hadn't even said or done yet and threatening to beat him with a wooden spoon. He liked her anyway. "In a good way. I mean, she knew what she was doing. And Sam..."
Dean struggles for a moment to explain Sam in a way that won't give too much away, that won't give off the wrong impression. The hunter shows far more tact in dealing with his brother than he does almost anything else, definitely anything in himself. "Sam's thing is different. It's not... I know what it is, and it's different." He quirks a smile. "It wouldn't be the same."