Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 9, 2015 12:57:28 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON THREE. EPISODE TWO.
Sam glanced out the diner's window furtively, checking for Dean. He pressed his phone closer to his ear. "What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual." Despite Dean's adamancy about not looking into a way to break the crossroads deal, Sam was still searching for any loophole he could find. If Dean was going to be selfish and stubborn, than so was he. "Well, maybe we got the translation wrong" he went on, speaking over Bobby's attempts to explain himself. A sudden banging on the window next to his booth made him look up. From outside, Dean waved a folded newspaper at him and then headed for the diner's front door. "Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we"- Sam insisted in a low voice, training his eyes on the door as Dean pushed through it. "Nevermind. I've got to go." He hung up quickly just as Dean joined him. "Who was that?" "No one. Just ordering a pizza" Sam lied instantly. Dean eyed him skeptically as he slid into the booth, facing Sam. "You do know we're in a restaurant, right?" "Right" Sam agreed hastily, avoiding Dean's eyes. "I just...I felt like pizza, that's all." For a minute, Sam feared that Dean was going to keep pressing and suss out Sam's actual purpose on the phone, but then he shrugged it off. "Ok, Weirdy Mcweirderton." He dropped the newspaper he'd been carrying onto the table in front of Sam. "Anyway, I think I got something." Sam scooped up the paper with interest. "Yeah?"
"Cicero, Indiana" Dean recited, pointing at the headline. "A man falls on his own power saw." Sam waited for more but Dean fell silent. Scanning the paper, Sam frowned curiously. "And?" Dean said nothing. "What, that's it? One power saw? And you think this is a case??" Sam wasn't really seeing how this led Dean to believe they had a case. Falling on your own power saw obviously wasn't fun and it obviously was a tragedy for those who knew him but it definitely could have been an accident. Nothing in the article suggested signs of the supernatural. Dean shrugged evasively. "It could be." Sam settled back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Dean"- "Alright" Dean admitted before Sam could even get his whole question out. "There's something better in Cicero than just a possible case." "And that is?" Dean smiled fondly. "Lisa Braeden." Sam chuckled, shaking his head and uncrossing his arms. "Do I even want to know?" Dean leaned forward. "Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing." Sam frowned, trying to recall that time period. Dean had come back from that trip awfully happy. Had claimed to tour five states in five days, taking in the local attractions. A well needed break for him. "Yeah. Yeah, the five states, five-day"- "Yeah. Well, kind of" Dean corrected with a laugh. "Actually, I spent most of that time in Lisa Braeden's loft." He winked suggestively. Sam sighed. "So let me get this straight. You want – you want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick?" Dean was always having one night stands or weekend flings. He wasn't sure what was so special about this one that he had to track her down again.
Dean winked again reminiscently. "She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life." Sam was still unconvinced. Dean gave a dramatic pout. "Come on. Have a heart, huh? It's my dying wish." Sam felt the usual squeeze in his heart that he tried to mask with a jesting, "yeah, well how many dying wishes are you going to get?" Dean chuckled. "As many as I can squeeze out. Come on. Smile, Sam!" Sam tried.
But he didn't have much to smile about these days.
Sam glanced out the diner's window furtively, checking for Dean. He pressed his phone closer to his ear. "What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual." Despite Dean's adamancy about not looking into a way to break the crossroads deal, Sam was still searching for any loophole he could find. If Dean was going to be selfish and stubborn, than so was he. "Well, maybe we got the translation wrong" he went on, speaking over Bobby's attempts to explain himself. A sudden banging on the window next to his booth made him look up. From outside, Dean waved a folded newspaper at him and then headed for the diner's front door. "Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we"- Sam insisted in a low voice, training his eyes on the door as Dean pushed through it. "Nevermind. I've got to go." He hung up quickly just as Dean joined him. "Who was that?" "No one. Just ordering a pizza" Sam lied instantly. Dean eyed him skeptically as he slid into the booth, facing Sam. "You do know we're in a restaurant, right?" "Right" Sam agreed hastily, avoiding Dean's eyes. "I just...I felt like pizza, that's all." For a minute, Sam feared that Dean was going to keep pressing and suss out Sam's actual purpose on the phone, but then he shrugged it off. "Ok, Weirdy Mcweirderton." He dropped the newspaper he'd been carrying onto the table in front of Sam. "Anyway, I think I got something." Sam scooped up the paper with interest. "Yeah?"
"Cicero, Indiana" Dean recited, pointing at the headline. "A man falls on his own power saw." Sam waited for more but Dean fell silent. Scanning the paper, Sam frowned curiously. "And?" Dean said nothing. "What, that's it? One power saw? And you think this is a case??" Sam wasn't really seeing how this led Dean to believe they had a case. Falling on your own power saw obviously wasn't fun and it obviously was a tragedy for those who knew him but it definitely could have been an accident. Nothing in the article suggested signs of the supernatural. Dean shrugged evasively. "It could be." Sam settled back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Dean"- "Alright" Dean admitted before Sam could even get his whole question out. "There's something better in Cicero than just a possible case." "And that is?" Dean smiled fondly. "Lisa Braeden." Sam chuckled, shaking his head and uncrossing his arms. "Do I even want to know?" Dean leaned forward. "Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing." Sam frowned, trying to recall that time period. Dean had come back from that trip awfully happy. Had claimed to tour five states in five days, taking in the local attractions. A well needed break for him. "Yeah. Yeah, the five states, five-day"- "Yeah. Well, kind of" Dean corrected with a laugh. "Actually, I spent most of that time in Lisa Braeden's loft." He winked suggestively. Sam sighed. "So let me get this straight. You want – you want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick?" Dean was always having one night stands or weekend flings. He wasn't sure what was so special about this one that he had to track her down again.
Dean winked again reminiscently. "She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life." Sam was still unconvinced. Dean gave a dramatic pout. "Come on. Have a heart, huh? It's my dying wish." Sam felt the usual squeeze in his heart that he tried to mask with a jesting, "yeah, well how many dying wishes are you going to get?" Dean chuckled. "As many as I can squeeze out. Come on. Smile, Sam!" Sam tried.
But he didn't have much to smile about these days.
