Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 14, 2015 23:05:41 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FOUR. EPISODE NINE.
Dean stood off to one side of the pool table Sam was playing at, watching as he slurred "Brian, come on, man, just one more. Just -- just give me a chance to win it back." Brian, a random guy they'd found in the bar earlier that night, was busy setting the game back up. He shrugged. "Hey man, it's your cash." "Excuse me" Dean interrupted, moving closer. "My brother's a little sauced to be making bets." Brian shrugged again. "He insisted." Dean crossed his arms. "Yeah, but you've already taken, what, two bills off him? I'm just saying." "Hey, shut up, Dean" Sam slurred, stumbling a little and gripping the edge of the pool table for support. "I'm fine." "No, you're not fine" Dean countered with a straight face. "You're drunk." He and Sam stared at each other for a few seconds. Then, Sam pulled a wad of cash from one pocket and slammed it onto the edge of the pool table. "Let's make it five hundred." Brian grinned broadly. "Sure." He looked down to finish setting up the balls and the brothers exchanged another look. For a nanosecond, all traces of Sam's drunken state vanished as he raised an eyebrow at his brother. Dean mirrored the gesture, raising his own eyebrow, his lips twitching against a smile. Hustling was just too easy.
"Five hundred" Brian announced. "Your break." Sam moved around to the head of the table and lined up his cue. With an incredible amount of focus he broke the triangle, sinking several balls. An excellent start. Brian's face fell, as realization dawned on him that he was a victim of hustling. Dean crossed his arms, smirking confidently. Then suddenly, Sam looked up, and his eyes widened, staring distractedly off at something across the room. "Keep the money." He lay his cue on the table and set off towards whatever he'd seen. Brian looked thrilled. Dean, not so much. "Keep the money" he echoed in disbelief. "What the"- He stopped abruptly, his gaze having latched onto the figure at the bar across the room that Sam was heading for. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Well, you got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me" he declared sharply, approaching Sam and Ruby. "I just have some info, and then I'm gone" Ruby informed them both in an edgy tone, glaring at Dean who glared right back. Sam stepped between them. "What kind of information?" "I'm hearing a few whispers." "Ooh, great, demon whisperers -- that's reliable" Dean muttered sarcastically. Ruby went on as though he hadn't said anything. "Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently, some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter-egg hunt." Sam raised an eyebrow. "Why? Who is she?" Ruby shrugged indifferently. "No idea. But I'm thinking that she's important, 'cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do." Sam turned slightly to face Dean. "Look, maybe we should check it out." "Actually, we're working a case already, but thanks" he lied, directing his answer to Ruby rather than Sam. Ruby's narrowed eyes narrowed further. "What case?" Dean shrugged evasively. "Uh, we've got leads, big leads." "Sounds dangerous" Ruby mocked. Dean took a step towards her, his eyes narrowed just as much as hers. "Yeah, well, it sure ain't goose-chasing after some chick who, for all we know, doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important" he snapped.
Ruby slid off the bar stool she'd been perching on. "I'm just delivering the news. You can do whatever you want with it. Far as I'm concerned, I told you, I'm done." She dusted off her hands with finality and turned sharply to leave. Sam reached out to gently grab her arm. "Wait, wait, wait. This hospital Anna escaped from -- it got a name?"
~~~
So, with the information in hand, off they went. Sam called the local sheriff's office on their way, finishing his conversation with, "Can I get a copy of the missing persons report? Great. Okay. Thanks" and then hanging up. "Well, Anna Milton's definitely real." "Don't mean the case is real" Dean pointed out with a grouchy expression. "And this hospital is a three day drive." "We've driven further for less, Dean" Sam pointed out, snapping his phone closed and slipping it into one pocket. Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightened, annoyance clearly written all over his face. Sam looked his way again. "You got something to say, just say it" he prompted. "Fine, I'll say it. This sucks" Dean grouched, narrowing his eyes. Sam shook his head. "Admit it; you're not pissed we're going after the girl. You're pissed Ruby threw us the tip." "Well, as far as you're concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family." Dean exhaled sharply, flicking his eyes towards Sam and then back to the road. "Yeah, boy, something major must've happened while I downstairs, 'cause I come back, and -- and you're BFF with a demon?"
"I told you, Dean" Sam reiterated wearily. "She helped me go after Lilith." Dean waited for a second to see if there was anymore to the story this time but no, there was nothing. "Well, thanks for the thumbnail -- real vivid" he quipped dryly. "You maybe want to fill in a little detail??" Sam stiffened in his seat, turning his head to the side so he was staring straight at Dean rather than looking at him through his peripheral vision. His voice was dripping with heavy sarcasm when he finally spoke. "Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first. How was Hell? Don't spare the details." Dean could tell the younger Winchester was still hurt he wouldn't divulge anything more than the fact that he did remember his time down under in detail. Dean stared straight ahead with a scowl, saying nothing. Sometimes you had to give information to get information, he knew that.
But this was not one of those times.
Dean stood off to one side of the pool table Sam was playing at, watching as he slurred "Brian, come on, man, just one more. Just -- just give me a chance to win it back." Brian, a random guy they'd found in the bar earlier that night, was busy setting the game back up. He shrugged. "Hey man, it's your cash." "Excuse me" Dean interrupted, moving closer. "My brother's a little sauced to be making bets." Brian shrugged again. "He insisted." Dean crossed his arms. "Yeah, but you've already taken, what, two bills off him? I'm just saying." "Hey, shut up, Dean" Sam slurred, stumbling a little and gripping the edge of the pool table for support. "I'm fine." "No, you're not fine" Dean countered with a straight face. "You're drunk." He and Sam stared at each other for a few seconds. Then, Sam pulled a wad of cash from one pocket and slammed it onto the edge of the pool table. "Let's make it five hundred." Brian grinned broadly. "Sure." He looked down to finish setting up the balls and the brothers exchanged another look. For a nanosecond, all traces of Sam's drunken state vanished as he raised an eyebrow at his brother. Dean mirrored the gesture, raising his own eyebrow, his lips twitching against a smile. Hustling was just too easy.
"Five hundred" Brian announced. "Your break." Sam moved around to the head of the table and lined up his cue. With an incredible amount of focus he broke the triangle, sinking several balls. An excellent start. Brian's face fell, as realization dawned on him that he was a victim of hustling. Dean crossed his arms, smirking confidently. Then suddenly, Sam looked up, and his eyes widened, staring distractedly off at something across the room. "Keep the money." He lay his cue on the table and set off towards whatever he'd seen. Brian looked thrilled. Dean, not so much. "Keep the money" he echoed in disbelief. "What the"- He stopped abruptly, his gaze having latched onto the figure at the bar across the room that Sam was heading for. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Well, you got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me" he declared sharply, approaching Sam and Ruby. "I just have some info, and then I'm gone" Ruby informed them both in an edgy tone, glaring at Dean who glared right back. Sam stepped between them. "What kind of information?" "I'm hearing a few whispers." "Ooh, great, demon whisperers -- that's reliable" Dean muttered sarcastically. Ruby went on as though he hadn't said anything. "Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently, some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter-egg hunt." Sam raised an eyebrow. "Why? Who is she?" Ruby shrugged indifferently. "No idea. But I'm thinking that she's important, 'cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do." Sam turned slightly to face Dean. "Look, maybe we should check it out." "Actually, we're working a case already, but thanks" he lied, directing his answer to Ruby rather than Sam. Ruby's narrowed eyes narrowed further. "What case?" Dean shrugged evasively. "Uh, we've got leads, big leads." "Sounds dangerous" Ruby mocked. Dean took a step towards her, his eyes narrowed just as much as hers. "Yeah, well, it sure ain't goose-chasing after some chick who, for all we know, doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important" he snapped.
Ruby slid off the bar stool she'd been perching on. "I'm just delivering the news. You can do whatever you want with it. Far as I'm concerned, I told you, I'm done." She dusted off her hands with finality and turned sharply to leave. Sam reached out to gently grab her arm. "Wait, wait, wait. This hospital Anna escaped from -- it got a name?"
~~~
So, with the information in hand, off they went. Sam called the local sheriff's office on their way, finishing his conversation with, "Can I get a copy of the missing persons report? Great. Okay. Thanks" and then hanging up. "Well, Anna Milton's definitely real." "Don't mean the case is real" Dean pointed out with a grouchy expression. "And this hospital is a three day drive." "We've driven further for less, Dean" Sam pointed out, snapping his phone closed and slipping it into one pocket. Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightened, annoyance clearly written all over his face. Sam looked his way again. "You got something to say, just say it" he prompted. "Fine, I'll say it. This sucks" Dean grouched, narrowing his eyes. Sam shook his head. "Admit it; you're not pissed we're going after the girl. You're pissed Ruby threw us the tip." "Well, as far as you're concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family." Dean exhaled sharply, flicking his eyes towards Sam and then back to the road. "Yeah, boy, something major must've happened while I downstairs, 'cause I come back, and -- and you're BFF with a demon?"
"I told you, Dean" Sam reiterated wearily. "She helped me go after Lilith." Dean waited for a second to see if there was anymore to the story this time but no, there was nothing. "Well, thanks for the thumbnail -- real vivid" he quipped dryly. "You maybe want to fill in a little detail??" Sam stiffened in his seat, turning his head to the side so he was staring straight at Dean rather than looking at him through his peripheral vision. His voice was dripping with heavy sarcasm when he finally spoke. "Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first. How was Hell? Don't spare the details." Dean could tell the younger Winchester was still hurt he wouldn't divulge anything more than the fact that he did remember his time down under in detail. Dean stared straight ahead with a scowl, saying nothing. Sometimes you had to give information to get information, he knew that.
But this was not one of those times.
