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[What do you have to lose?]
“You sure you’re feelin’ up to this, Sammich?”
“Yeah, I’m alright now,” Sam said. He ducked his head a little and Dean could see the shame all over his face. To counteract it he punched him in the shoulder a little.
“I just don’t you suckin’ down my blood while you’re s’posed to be watching my back.”
“Dean-I wouldn’t-“ Sam started and then rolled his eyes, exasperation taking the place of shame. Dean could handle that.
“Right,” he dismissed and prepared to get down to business, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees. They were in the basement and it had been marked up with runes, hiding them as effectively as they knew how from everyone and everything. Castiel was helping a little on that front but he’d warned he couldn’t hide them for long, not without someone noticing. “No matter what happens we stick to the plan. You get that hurt assed puppy look on your face and I’m punching you anyways,” Dean smirked.
“Yeah, got it,” Sam smirked.
“We’ve got to sell this con and everybody’s got to buy it,” Dean reinforced. This was sort of the con of his life and if any one of them slipped up the world wouldn’t just burn, Dean, Sam and Castiel would burn with it.
“I know, Dean,” Sam assured him again.
Dean glanced down at his watch and up at the ceiling chalked with runes. “I’ll talk to your giant yeti ass when this all over, Bitch.” Oh yeah, Dean was upset and nervous. He was stringing insult after insult.
“You better,” Sam warned him. “Jerk.”
They stormed up the steps yelling and screaming at each other but Sam didn’t through the first punch until they were in the kitchen, clear of all the runes and in full sight of anyone who might be paying attention. They crashed through the living room, managing to smash the coffee table in their wake and it never crossed Dean’s mind that he was going to have to apologize for that to Brooke. Before this was over, they’d all have much bigger things to apologize for.
“You sure you’re feelin’ up to this, Sammich?”
“Yeah, I’m alright now,” Sam said. He ducked his head a little and Dean could see the shame all over his face. To counteract it he punched him in the shoulder a little.
“I just don’t you suckin’ down my blood while you’re s’posed to be watching my back.”
“Dean-I wouldn’t-“ Sam started and then rolled his eyes, exasperation taking the place of shame. Dean could handle that.
“Right,” he dismissed and prepared to get down to business, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees. They were in the basement and it had been marked up with runes, hiding them as effectively as they knew how from everyone and everything. Castiel was helping a little on that front but he’d warned he couldn’t hide them for long, not without someone noticing. “No matter what happens we stick to the plan. You get that hurt assed puppy look on your face and I’m punching you anyways,” Dean smirked.
“Yeah, got it,” Sam smirked.
“We’ve got to sell this con and everybody’s got to buy it,” Dean reinforced. This was sort of the con of his life and if any one of them slipped up the world wouldn’t just burn, Dean, Sam and Castiel would burn with it.
“I know, Dean,” Sam assured him again.
Dean glanced down at his watch and up at the ceiling chalked with runes. “I’ll talk to your giant yeti ass when this all over, Bitch.” Oh yeah, Dean was upset and nervous. He was stringing insult after insult.
“You better,” Sam warned him. “Jerk.”
They stormed up the steps yelling and screaming at each other but Sam didn’t through the first punch until they were in the kitchen, clear of all the runes and in full sight of anyone who might be paying attention. They crashed through the living room, managing to smash the coffee table in their wake and it never crossed Dean’s mind that he was going to have to apologize for that to Brooke. Before this was over, they’d all have much bigger things to apologize for.
