( maybe he wasn't offended by it – because he never really had been, all things considered, and there had been times when sam had been a pretty clingy kid, for as often as he'd wanted to be the independent one. ( or as often as he'd tried to convince himself that he was the independent one, that he didn't need his big brother there with him all the time, when it would seem that the very opposite is the truth for them as they are now. it's hard to be away from him, to not know what's going on on his end, and for the past three months, that's been his day-to-day.
no one can blame him for being a ball of nerves, in that respect. and if they do, they're wrong for it. )
but knowing that he's all right, for the most part, after having been taken through a portal that leads to an underground city filled with monsters and gods that constantly seem at odds with one another … granted, with the lives they live, it's pretty par for the course when he really thinks about it – it's comforting, just a little, that he's in one piece. that he can stop worrying for the smallest moment while they feel each other out, while they collect themselves and figure out just where they're supposed to go from here.
if … there is a direction to go from here. sam has been told on numerous occasions that the door that leads in won't lead out, and he hasn't checked for himself yet, taking it on good faith that the ones that have been here longer than him wouldn't lie about something like that – because no one can really want to stay here, can they? with the monsters changing every month, it seems, new arrivals popping it like clockwork just as often, things like tainted meat and carnivals coming and going like it's the most normal thing in the world?
there has to be a method to the madness, but if he's perfectly honest, he would much rather be able to get back to his own madness than keep dealing with a different brand entirely.
he should have known that he wasn't going to get off that easily – because he never does, not when dean has the time to scrutinize what he's saying and the manner in which he says it – and he finds himself chewing idly at the edge of his bottom lip when those words come, because dean is using that voice, the one that means he isn't going to take any manner of bullshit in his next attempt at an explanation, and it's one that he's been hearing, even in the back of his mind for the whole of his life. one that is going to follow him for the rest of it, if dean has his way, he's sure.
because big brothers will be big brothers, and sam at least has the decency in him to look the slightest bit sheepish at being caught red-handed. )
I'm not – ( yes you are. ) … I've just been here for months. Three, to be exact. Wondering if you're okay and if you were ever gonna show up, dealing with giant … birds and wendigos and – ( he sighs, sweeps a hand back through his hair. )
Not exactly put through the grinder, but it hasn't been … easy. ( nothing ever is, is it? )
that fucking face dean lmfao.
no one can blame him for being a ball of nerves, in that respect. and if they do, they're wrong for it. )
but knowing that he's all right, for the most part, after having been taken through a portal that leads to an underground city filled with monsters and gods that constantly seem at odds with one another … granted, with the lives they live, it's pretty par for the course when he really thinks about it – it's comforting, just a little, that he's in one piece. that he can stop worrying for the smallest moment while they feel each other out, while they collect themselves and figure out just where they're supposed to go from here.
if … there is a direction to go from here. sam has been told on numerous occasions that the door that leads in won't lead out, and he hasn't checked for himself yet, taking it on good faith that the ones that have been here longer than him wouldn't lie about something like that – because no one can really want to stay here, can they? with the monsters changing every month, it seems, new arrivals popping it like clockwork just as often, things like tainted meat and carnivals coming and going like it's the most normal thing in the world?
there has to be a method to the madness, but if he's perfectly honest, he would much rather be able to get back to his own madness than keep dealing with a different brand entirely.
he should have known that he wasn't going to get off that easily – because he never does, not when dean has the time to scrutinize what he's saying and the manner in which he says it – and he finds himself chewing idly at the edge of his bottom lip when those words come, because dean is using that voice, the one that means he isn't going to take any manner of bullshit in his next attempt at an explanation, and it's one that he's been hearing, even in the back of his mind for the whole of his life. one that is going to follow him for the rest of it, if dean has his way, he's sure.
because big brothers will be big brothers, and sam at least has the decency in him to look the slightest bit sheepish at being caught red-handed. )
I'm not – ( yes you are. ) … I've just been here for months. Three, to be exact. Wondering if you're okay and if you were ever gonna show up, dealing with giant … birds and wendigos and – ( he sighs, sweeps a hand back through his hair. )
Not exactly put through the grinder, but it hasn't been … easy. ( nothing ever is, is it? )