I can stomach it. When have you ever known me not to be game for a burger?
[ Somebody's playing a dangerous game because his future holds nothing but grossness and the inability to eat meat for a couple days after the sinkhole adventure. But of course he's leading with some meat-eating macho bullshit.
And a small smile.
Yeah, Dean knows which way he's hoping it'll go. Hanging with Sam sounds like a good way to end the day. And he doesn't even care if he's leaning into territory that makes him sound like a 50s housewife, he just wants to feed the guy up. Put some meat back on those bones. ]
I'm gonna go work on Baby. She's still not fixed up and I want her back on the road. I hate walking. It's so pedestrian.
[ It's not uncommon for the sounds of banging, welding and cursing to be floating out of the garage. Now that he feels like he needs to do something with his hands, getting that car back on the road feels important for more than just driving purposes. He probably doesn't have to say that though. ]
[The corner of Sam's lips quirks into an uneven smile.]
You know, walking is a good way to clear your mind. Get some exercise.
... Especially since the town's not even that big.
[Is he teasing? He's teasing. Just a bit. And he also takes another bite of his food, apparently warmed up to the idea of eating most of it. When it's your brother making it and not sad convenience store food you'd bought between motels while you're running from your problems, it turns out you don't mind eating as much.]
[ Truth is he went a long ass time without a burger in sight. Apocalypses are bad for diners, and convenience in general. Not that he's planning on dredging that up. The first burger he had here was like porn for his mouth. It was a real special moment, dream or not.
He rolls his eyes all the same, shakes his head 'hell no', and claps Sam on the back on the way past. The mere view of Sam digging into that stew makes him feel like he's done something right. ]
I have no idea what you're talkin' about. I'm in the best shape of my life.
[ Something which he's slowly chipping away at with the addition of burgers back into his diet. Beats canned food but probably not freshly hunted game. ]
[ Stopping in the doorway, he glances back at Sam, eyebrows raised in anticipation. But he stays quiet, patiently waits for whatever it is that his brother's got to say to him.
The thank you is hard to hear, but only because it's hard to see Sam like this, believing he's so undeserving. He nods tightly, and then smiles. ]
This is your house too, Sam. And even when I'm first-thing-in-the-morning grumpy, I want you up here. And I want you to remember that anything you need - anything at all - just gotta ask.
[He's not sure what he did to deserve this, but he'll do whatever Dean asks of him. If that means living here in the moment? Being an attempt at normal in the house? He'll try.
... He'll fistfight a lot of his own ugly thoughts and come out bruised, but he'll try.]
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If you can stomach it by tomorrow.
[He absolutely expects Dean to come back traumatized by weird bloated corpse walls.
Burgers? Good fucking luck.
But the question Dean posed to him, short and sweet, needs to be answered. After a moment, he obliges.]
... We'll just have to see.
[Not a yes, but not a no.
That's not too shabby, Dean.]
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[ Somebody's playing a dangerous game because his future holds nothing but grossness and the inability to eat meat for a couple days after the sinkhole adventure. But of course he's leading with some meat-eating macho bullshit.
And a small smile.
Yeah, Dean knows which way he's hoping it'll go. Hanging with Sam sounds like a good way to end the day. And he doesn't even care if he's leaning into territory that makes him sound like a 50s housewife, he just wants to feed the guy up. Put some meat back on those bones. ]
I'm gonna go work on Baby. She's still not fixed up and I want her back on the road. I hate walking. It's so pedestrian.
[ It's not uncommon for the sounds of banging, welding and cursing to be floating out of the garage. Now that he feels like he needs to do something with his hands, getting that car back on the road feels important for more than just driving purposes. He probably doesn't have to say that though. ]
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You know, walking is a good way to clear your mind. Get some exercise.
... Especially since the town's not even that big.
[Is he teasing? He's teasing. Just a bit. And he also takes another bite of his food, apparently warmed up to the idea of eating most of it. When it's your brother making it and not sad convenience store food you'd bought between motels while you're running from your problems, it turns out you don't mind eating as much.]
cw: animal hunting
He rolls his eyes all the same, shakes his head 'hell no', and claps Sam on the back on the way past. The mere view of Sam digging into that stew makes him feel like he's done something right. ]
I have no idea what you're talkin' about. I'm in the best shape of my life.
[ Something which he's slowly chipping away at with the addition of burgers back into his diet. Beats canned food but probably not freshly hunted game. ]
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[He hesitates, though, feeling a little nervous to be on his own in a house that he feels he really didn't earn. Before Dean leaves, he speaks up:]
Hey — Dean.
[A pause. A fidgeting of shaky hands, as he rubs the palm against the knee of his jeans.]
Thank you. For letting me... be here. I mean.
... Up here. In the house. I'll make it up to you guys.
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The thank you is hard to hear, but only because it's hard to see Sam like this, believing he's so undeserving. He nods tightly, and then smiles. ]
This is your house too, Sam. And even when I'm first-thing-in-the-morning grumpy, I want you up here. And I want you to remember that anything you need - anything at all - just gotta ask.
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... You got it.
[He's not sure what he did to deserve this, but he'll do whatever Dean asks of him. If that means living here in the moment? Being an attempt at normal in the house? He'll try.
... He'll fistfight a lot of his own ugly thoughts and come out bruised, but he'll try.]