The familiar wheezing sound echoes off of the walls. They shield their eyes against the breeze, and there, on top of the grime and blood, the TARDIS fades into existence. The door swings open after a second’s pause. The Doctor, with a stoney, confident face, eyes Dean.
“Well then hunter, how goes the day?”
Dean is bewildered. He’s exhausted, torn, angry, ready for multiple large, hard drinks, and so incredibly sad. He snaps,
“Where the hell have you been? Today, of all days, where the hell were you?” He demands.
The Doctor interlocks his fingers in front of him, “I could ask the same of you.”
He scoffs in astonishment, but doesn’t say a world.
“I know what you’re thinking, but I wasn’t meant to prevent this. I couldn’t have.” The Doctor offers in a less accusing tone.
“You could have TRIED.”
Their eyes meet, “And so, my friend, could you.”
“Me? You think I wanted this? This wasn’t me! This was-”
“This was exactly you! All this! All of it!” The Doctor finds himself getting louder with every syllable.
Dean doesn’t wait for the reverb to stop bouncing off the walls. He takes two steps forward, jabbing his finger into the Doctor’s chest, “I didn’t make a goddamn deal with the devil! I didn’t fill myself with the souls of purgatory! He could’ve come to me and he didn’t. Every choice Cas made, he made on his own!”
The other man does wait. He watches Dean‘s hurt anger, watches his eyes well against every muscle he‘s straining trying to stop them. And he himself is no less angry, but has centuries more experience than the human in front of him. He’s quiet, and threatening.
“You took away his family, Dean. We both know what that does to a man.”(Yes I definitely stole lines from the last scene with River and the Doctor, but Dean/Cas were my first thought watching it)
