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All niceties of brotherhood and necessities of family bonds aside, Dean can't stand Sam. Dean used to feel guilty. He's been awarded the responsibility to look after his little brother, and to do the job properly, he knows he has to give more than half a damn about him. By now, Dean only feels justified. He sees other families. He's never had the aching desire to conform to normality like Sam has, but that doesn't mean he's not allowed to borrow a dose of uniformity every now and then instead of avoiding it like the plague. He has yet to meet another brother as tolerant as he is of their siblings, and Dean knows better than anyone else that

Light had been under the impression that, just for once, he had the upper hand. It was his forte. It was his skill. It was his game, or at least one of the many that he never had the displeasure of losing. Light was sure that this round, he had won. It would be the deciding factor of who triumphed in the seemingly interminable battle of L versus Kira. And even though he had proven to have rock-solid aegis that didn’t let anything faze him, Light knew all too well that all men had a soft spot. L the Detective was known for having tricks up his sleeve, down his sock, and probably in that mass of his shaggy hair as well, but was it possib