It's not; he wouldn't. Dean hadn't even really considered staying here, here, and not just because of those reasons. There's a Los Angeles back home. If Felix wants a place like this, Dean would take him there; it's not perfect. It never will be. But it could be home, it could be safe, it could be...
Dean ruthlessly cuts that train of thought off before it gains enough momentum to hit the low, desperate thrum that lives in the pit of his stomach every time this topic comes up. But he does mean it, more - he would think, if he thought such things - than Felix is probably capable of believing. Dean can't make himself work himself ragged to send Felix back into oblivion, it's not how he's built, but if he wanted something like a future? If he wanted something Dean could solidly put into the good category?
But here, now, this is what Dean does. This is what he does for his family and for himself, and he takes the roll and wrinkles his nose at the question, smiling easily. "For this? Yes. I seem to remember that all other screaming has to be behind a closed door.
And don't tease. I told you there was a skypool."
He doesn't hesitate, doesn't falter, except to pull a face at his first bite of the actual sushi; it's mostly for comedic effect. He takes a second bite without half the reaction, having abandoned utensils entirely to use his fingers, and uses it to gesture with now. They're going to have a good time, dammit, and they'll deal with the rest of that when they have to.
"Would you be morally opposed to seeing live fish after eating their slower, dumber cohorts? There's a pretty awesome aquarium." Full of life, anyway, and Sam had always liked it. Speaking of things Sam had liked and Felix probably would as well: "Or the Science Center is a bit of a drive, but I know where it is from here. You can fuck 'em up by putting in a magic number or something from the future."
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Dean ruthlessly cuts that train of thought off before it gains enough momentum to hit the low, desperate thrum that lives in the pit of his stomach every time this topic comes up. But he does mean it, more - he would think, if he thought such things - than Felix is probably capable of believing. Dean can't make himself work himself ragged to send Felix back into oblivion, it's not how he's built, but if he wanted something like a future? If he wanted something Dean could solidly put into the good category?
But here, now, this is what Dean does. This is what he does for his family and for himself, and he takes the roll and wrinkles his nose at the question, smiling easily. "For this? Yes. I seem to remember that all other screaming has to be behind a closed door.
And don't tease. I told you there was a skypool."
He doesn't hesitate, doesn't falter, except to pull a face at his first bite of the actual sushi; it's mostly for comedic effect. He takes a second bite without half the reaction, having abandoned utensils entirely to use his fingers, and uses it to gesture with now. They're going to have a good time, dammit, and they'll deal with the rest of that when they have to.
"Would you be morally opposed to seeing live fish after eating their slower, dumber cohorts? There's a pretty awesome aquarium." Full of life, anyway, and Sam had always liked it. Speaking of things Sam had liked and Felix probably would as well: "Or the Science Center is a bit of a drive, but I know where it is from here. You can fuck 'em up by putting in a magic number or something from the future."