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ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ | ᴀᴜ ([personal profile] ruined) wrote 2020-11-25 08:24 am (UTC)

[ The temptation to hover around Sam is so strong that Dean visibly has to check himself. Truth is he wants nothing more than to give Sam as much of a normal life as they've ever been able to have, and that's without the added layer that Deerington brings. But things can't work like that. Doesn't mean he has to like it. ]

Maybe her time in a 6 by 8 includes biker boots and leather.

[ Stupid, off-the-wall conversations that don't really mean anything. Eventually they're going to have to talk about what's going on here, about the fact that Sam's still housing the devil. But until then? He gets a running commentary complete with dumb references that nobody else around here seems to get. Ever. ]

I haven't seen Cas.

[ Which isn't to say he's not around, but Dean's yet to pick up a conversation with the dude again after he'd confessed to being the asshole who let Sam out of the panic room way back when.

Not that he's going to talk about that right now either. Instead he turns and heads for the stairs up to the ground floor, the hose dragging into a bigger loop behind him as he returns the way he came. ]


Clean up. Food's good any minute.

[ He tosses his words over his shoulder assuming Sam's following. He hopes he is. He's not going to hold his hand but he's trying real hard for normalcy here. ]

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