"It's Sam. What do you think he talks about?" There was a rough form of affection in his tone, along with a touch of exasperation at his little brother. "Feelings are the big one. Jobs are usually next on the list. Occasionally he'll whine about something. The usual." He shifted in the seat, stretching out his free leg. He didn't mention how normally, on a good day (or a bad), they were both usually quiet, wrapped up in their own separate thoughts. He and Sam had the kind of relationship where they didn't necessarily have to talk to know. And it was kind of weird. But it was the one he and Sam had, and there was no point in justifying it to someone that wasn't a Winchester.
It wasn't a harsh thought: To Dean it was simply the honest-to-God truth.
He fell silent after that, barely noting as they blew past the sign marking the county line. Long moments passed, as the wild and wooded countryside started to give way to a straggly building here and there, the road more smoothly paved.
"You think this place has a copy center? Can't remember from the last time I was here."
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Date: 2011-05-24 02:15 pm (UTC)It wasn't a harsh thought: To Dean it was simply the honest-to-God truth.
He fell silent after that, barely noting as they blew past the sign marking the county line. Long moments passed, as the wild and wooded countryside started to give way to a straggly building here and there, the road more smoothly paved.
"You think this place has a copy center? Can't remember from the last time I was here."