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Jul. 28th, 2008 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gavemea_45There's not much in Slater, Missouri. Mostly what the town's got going for it is a bunch of cheap motels due to its location at the intersection of three state highways, twenty miles from the interstate. It's the sort of thing that makes Slater a decent place to pull off the road for a night.
Sam's taking advantage of that fact right now. He's sprawled out on one of the beds in their room, sound asleep.
It's been a long day.
Sam's taking advantage of that fact right now. He's sprawled out on one of the beds in their room, sound asleep.
It's been a long day.
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Date: 2008-07-29 04:45 am (UTC)"Sam."
Yeah, okay, that ain't working.
He reaches out to shake the dumb fuck.
"Sam! Get your ass up, right now."
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Date: 2008-07-29 04:51 am (UTC)He jerks awake, sleep-mazed and startled.
"--Dean?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 04:51 am (UTC)Because he really fucking wants to hit someone right now.
"What the hell do you think you're doin'?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 04:55 am (UTC)"I was sleeping, dumbass -- or didn't you notice?"
He lets his hand fall and swings around, setting both feet on the floor as he gives Dean a hard look.
"What's your problem?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:04 am (UTC)But the first thing on his mind ain't one of those.
"Met this guy out at the bar. Name's Josh. You remember him?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:17 am (UTC)It's more reflexive than anything else. Something's up, that's clear, and whatever was left of residual sleepiness falls away as his mind begins to race.
Do I remember him -- okay, that means I met him, or at least Dean thinks I did--
"Wait a second." Sam frowns. "Politician, right? Kind of high-strung?"
A beat.
"If that's the guy you mean, then yeah, I remember him. So?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:19 am (UTC)Any other day, Dean'd be laughing about that.
"So what's this I hear, college-boy, about you turnin' down some kinda internship? At the White House?"
What the fuck is Sam thinking?
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:25 am (UTC)Sam shrugs.
"Whatever. I turned it down. Not like he was serious anyway, you know?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:28 am (UTC)And Dean's a helluva lot of things, but he ain't a moron.
"So I'm not sure why you think I'm kidding about this shit, either, Sammy."
He's not gonna punch the wall. He's not.
"I mean--this kinda thing is everything you wanted on a freakin' plate. What the hell?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:32 am (UTC)He can't sit still, not for this. Sam gets to his feet and crosses the room, looking out the window at the parking lot.
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:35 am (UTC)"Yeah, like I buy that bullshit, Sammy."
He stays right where he is, glaring at his brother.
He'd like to wring the asshole's neck right now, truth be told.
"Your goddamn guilt complex is gettin' really fucking old."
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:37 am (UTC)"Just what the hell do you mean by that, Dean?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:39 am (UTC)Dean clenches his teeth, moving to pace across the room.
"When the hell are you gonna do what you wanna do, Sam? Huh? When it's too fucking late for you to get out of this shit?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:52 am (UTC)He doesn't back down an inch, but stays stubbornly still as Dean gets nearer.
"I'm doing what I want to do. When the hell are you gonna accept that?"
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:57 am (UTC)He looks like he's gonna spit, or punch Sam, or the wall, or--something.
"I don't fucking need this. I don't fucking need--"
Yeah, okay, that bit he can't say even half convincingly.
Really, he can't fucking say it at all.
"I'm not gonna curl up and die if you go do whatever the hell you want to be doing, okay?"
His voice isn't plaintive. Neither is his expression. He might look a little sick, though, and a lot pissed off.
"I like what we do. You don't. I've known that since I was fucking twelve."
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Date: 2008-07-31 03:28 am (UTC)Dean's shoulders sag minutely, and he turns away from Sam, hand sliding through his hair.
"But whatever."
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Date: 2008-07-31 03:31 am (UTC)He takes a couple of strides across the room toward his brother before hesitating.
"--do you... do you really want me to go?"
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Date: 2008-07-31 03:37 am (UTC)And the look he gives Sam is very eloquent.
It screams 'oh, you cannot be that much of a dumbass' in more languages than Dean actually speaks.
Not that this is hard.
"Yeah, okay. If you're gonna be like that, I'm gonna need a drink. Maybe two."
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Date: 2008-07-31 03:43 am (UTC)"Nah, dude, I was just making sure that I didn't have to go and knock some sense into your head."
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Date: 2008-07-31 03:45 am (UTC)"You could try, man, but you know I can still put you on your ass."
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Date: 2008-07-31 03:50 am (UTC)He watches Dean collect his stuff and raises his eyebrows.
"Going somewhere?"
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Date: 2008-07-31 03:57 am (UTC)His tone and raised eyebrow add the implicit 'pussy' to that sentence.
Who woulda guessed?
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Date: 2008-07-31 04:02 am (UTC)Sam grabs his jacket and shrugs into it, then gives Dean a look.
"Waiting on you now, man."
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Date: 2008-07-31 04:04 am (UTC)Because Dean's ready to go right now.
And there is no way in Hell Sam's gonna beat him out the door.
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Date: 2008-07-31 04:16 am (UTC)Sam moves to catch up with him in three swift, long-legged steps, then puts one hand flat against the door and holds it shut. He glances sideways at Dean.
"So... we're good here, right?"
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Date: 2008-07-31 04:18 am (UTC)The pissy thing is only a cover, though.
"Dude, move your goddamn ass before I have to move it for you."
"Bitch."
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Date: 2008-07-31 04:27 am (UTC)"Jerk."
The door closes behind them.