Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 17, 2016 19:33:13 GMT -5
Yeah, that was worse. Hunting monsters was hard enough when they WERE afraid of hunters.
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After bidding farewell to Samuel, Dean headed outside to pack up the Impala's trunk and Sam hung back for a second. He'd noticed Dean taking out his phone on the way and had a rather large hunch he was about to call Lisa so he'd give him a minute. It was something the old him would do.
But after only a few seconds he grew bored and wandered out towards the car. The trunk was open and Sam could hear Dean's voice from the other side saying hesitantly, "Hey, Lis...uh...I..." And then nothing. Sam stuffed both hands in his jeans' pockets and waited. The trunk closed after another minute and Dean nearly jumped a foot in the air finding Sam on the other side of it. "How'd it go with Lisa" he wanted to know and Dean, after taking a beat to calm down from the jump scare, shook his head miserably. "It didn't." Sam adopted his best puppy-dog eye, sympathetic expression. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah." Dean fiddled with the Impala's keys in one hand for a minute before looking straight up, locking eyes with Sam over the top of the car. "At least, uh...YOU got my back. No matter what happens, I can always count on you, right, Sammy?" Now it may have been Sam's imagination but he could have sworn there was something almost accusatory about the question and at first glance it almost looked as though Dean's eyes held a hint of a challenge but when he looked again it was gone. There was a beat of silence before Sam was able to deliver the most heartfelt, "yeah, of course Dean" he could manage. And it was totally true.
For the most part.
~~~
After bidding farewell to Samuel, Dean headed outside to pack up the Impala's trunk and Sam hung back for a second. He'd noticed Dean taking out his phone on the way and had a rather large hunch he was about to call Lisa so he'd give him a minute. It was something the old him would do.
But after only a few seconds he grew bored and wandered out towards the car. The trunk was open and Sam could hear Dean's voice from the other side saying hesitantly, "Hey, Lis...uh...I..." And then nothing. Sam stuffed both hands in his jeans' pockets and waited. The trunk closed after another minute and Dean nearly jumped a foot in the air finding Sam on the other side of it. "How'd it go with Lisa" he wanted to know and Dean, after taking a beat to calm down from the jump scare, shook his head miserably. "It didn't." Sam adopted his best puppy-dog eye, sympathetic expression. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah." Dean fiddled with the Impala's keys in one hand for a minute before looking straight up, locking eyes with Sam over the top of the car. "At least, uh...YOU got my back. No matter what happens, I can always count on you, right, Sammy?" Now it may have been Sam's imagination but he could have sworn there was something almost accusatory about the question and at first glance it almost looked as though Dean's eyes held a hint of a challenge but when he looked again it was gone. There was a beat of silence before Sam was able to deliver the most heartfelt, "yeah, of course Dean" he could manage. And it was totally true.
For the most part.
[THE END.]
