Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 13, 2014 21:28:47 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE FIVE.
"Sam?" Dean rapped on the bathroom door a few times. "Come on, we've got to hit the..." He opened the door and found Sam clutching the edges of the sink with an ashen, sweaty complexion. "...road." He recognized the haunted expression in his brother's eyes at once and felt his stomach drop. "What was it this time" he wanted to know after pouring Sam a shot of whiskey and helping force it down his throat. Sam splashed his face with water and toweled it dry. "Someone's going to kill an innocent person and then themselves with a gun in some place called Blue Ridge...we've got to find them." Dean massaged his temples. "Gee, that's specific." Sam squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well it's all I know Dean." His voice came out a touch edgier than he'd meant.
The older Winchester sighed heavily. "So what do you want to do?" After another few seconds of silence, Sam opened his eyes again. "Let's go to the roadhouse. Ash can help us." He brushed past Dean, heading for the door. "I'm not sure that's the best idea" Dean hedged, following him. "Why not?" Sam pushed open the motel room door, waited for Dean to exit and then pulled it closed in their wake. "All my visions are connected to the demon and he's tracking it for us. This might help." Dean pulled the Impala's keys from one pocket. "That's what I'm talking about. There will be hunters there. I'm not sure walking in and announcing that you're some sort of psychic freak with a demonic connection is the greatest plan of attack for us right now." An unreadable emotion flickered through Sam's eyes, leaving as quickly as it had come. "So now I'm a freak?" Dean couldn't help himself. It was too easy. With a teasingly sly grin, he clapped Sam on the shoulder.
"You've always been a freak."
"Sam?" Dean rapped on the bathroom door a few times. "Come on, we've got to hit the..." He opened the door and found Sam clutching the edges of the sink with an ashen, sweaty complexion. "...road." He recognized the haunted expression in his brother's eyes at once and felt his stomach drop. "What was it this time" he wanted to know after pouring Sam a shot of whiskey and helping force it down his throat. Sam splashed his face with water and toweled it dry. "Someone's going to kill an innocent person and then themselves with a gun in some place called Blue Ridge...we've got to find them." Dean massaged his temples. "Gee, that's specific." Sam squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well it's all I know Dean." His voice came out a touch edgier than he'd meant.
The older Winchester sighed heavily. "So what do you want to do?" After another few seconds of silence, Sam opened his eyes again. "Let's go to the roadhouse. Ash can help us." He brushed past Dean, heading for the door. "I'm not sure that's the best idea" Dean hedged, following him. "Why not?" Sam pushed open the motel room door, waited for Dean to exit and then pulled it closed in their wake. "All my visions are connected to the demon and he's tracking it for us. This might help." Dean pulled the Impala's keys from one pocket. "That's what I'm talking about. There will be hunters there. I'm not sure walking in and announcing that you're some sort of psychic freak with a demonic connection is the greatest plan of attack for us right now." An unreadable emotion flickered through Sam's eyes, leaving as quickly as it had come. "So now I'm a freak?" Dean couldn't help himself. It was too easy. With a teasingly sly grin, he clapped Sam on the shoulder.
"You've always been a freak."