[ It wasn't like Dean was offended by the clingy little brother thing. Sometimes it was like coming back home to his own past, and sometimes it reminded him of where he stood between them, as if he still got to be the big brother on his off days. But really, right now it just meant that something was up. Dean hadn't been here long enough to start frantically worrying over Sam's existence, though he'd had time to wonder why he was alone in this. And now here was Sam, assessing his presence, making sure he was grounded within their little two person family as if Dean might evaporate again at any moment.
And so he simply listens, eyebrows raising with interest as Sam speaks. The smile is at least somewhat genuine and Dean can get behind it, knows the things it implies. The steady comfort, the reminder that two against the world is by far better than one. There's something equally as immeasurable about Sam's presence, a reminder that he wasn't really as alone as he assumed himself to be.
But it's the rest of Sam's words that has Dean uneasy.
They're not exactly the most believable, especially the part about Sam being okay. Because showing up strange places never exactly counts for good things as far as Dean is concerned. Though he's not exactly expecting Sam to whine about it either. It'd be even stranger if he did; they're masters of avoidance, brushing aside everything that's wrong because it's they only option they ever truly have.
Except Sam doesn't get to get away with it. Dean is right here and he's monumentally suspicious. Besides, he'd like to know what he's in for. If anything. ]
Yeah, okay- check monsters off the list. [ He practically rolls his eyes, glancing off for a moment instead to let Sam be in his hesitations. Big deal. Of course there's monsters here. Whey aren't they.
And for a second, Dean almost lets it be. But after another second- nope. Not so much. His attention is back, honed in on Sam, all too expectant and waiting for something far worse. ] But you maybe want to quit with the bullshit. I get that you're fine, we're both fine. Except you're still acting like you got put through a meat grinder while I wasn't looking.
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And so he simply listens, eyebrows raising with interest as Sam speaks. The smile is at least somewhat genuine and Dean can get behind it, knows the things it implies. The steady comfort, the reminder that two against the world is by far better than one. There's something equally as immeasurable about Sam's presence, a reminder that he wasn't really as alone as he assumed himself to be.
But it's the rest of Sam's words that has Dean uneasy.
They're not exactly the most believable, especially the part about Sam being okay. Because showing up strange places never exactly counts for good things as far as Dean is concerned. Though he's not exactly expecting Sam to whine about it either. It'd be even stranger if he did; they're masters of avoidance, brushing aside everything that's wrong because it's they only option they ever truly have.
Except Sam doesn't get to get away with it. Dean is right here and he's monumentally suspicious. Besides, he'd like to know what he's in for. If anything. ]
Yeah, okay- check monsters off the list. [ He practically rolls his eyes, glancing off for a moment instead to let Sam be in his hesitations. Big deal. Of course there's monsters here. Whey aren't they.
And for a second, Dean almost lets it be. But after another second- nope. Not so much. His attention is back, honed in on Sam, all too expectant and waiting for something far worse. ] But you maybe want to quit with the bullshit. I get that you're fine, we're both fine. Except you're still acting like you got put through a meat grinder while I wasn't looking.
[ Don't even deny it, Sam. He's onto you. ]