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@awesomepieshutup
Cruisin and playin the radio...
"God, Dean…" Oh my god, passenger hangover… "Turn that down or off or something…"
"Pie hole, Sammy. Shut it." Deanna took a corner too fast and she did it on purpose. That's right, I went there said her grin and cocky eyebrow thing. She looked at the road and but concern dragged them eyes back to her little bro, "You okay there, Sam? You look like five kindsa crap, dude. Man what the hell did you do last night?"
Cruisin and playin the radio...
Strolling out of the mini mart with a fresh pack of cigarettes, and nearly bumps into the blonde getting out of her car, “Sorry, luv.”
Deanna sneered at the vampire and brushed non existant filth off of her body where Spike had run into her, "Dude! You're deflating the fun bags. Hey, you're that creepy douche from the bar..."
Cruisin and playin the radio...
Deanna had to get her mind off the stupid town and it's stupid spells. And stupid bras, too, don't forget stupid damn bras. She pulled into a gas station to fill up.
Magic Anon: Dean is a vampire slayer for 24 hours. And a woman.
Son of a bitch!
A drink is a wish your heart makes.
Well, pull up a seat my broth-ah. Oh, wait. I hateyou.
Back at you, dickface. But this chair is free, and I'm sitting in it. So you can move, shut your cake crack or I can blow a hole in your day with my pea shooter.
A drink is a wish your heart makes.
Maybe it’s a wish your kidney’s make?
Hey, after the day I just had...
Oh yeah, of course. Dean wants Sam awake and now can’t keep his own eyes open. This is perfect, and exactly how Sam wants to spend his Monday. Not, “Dean. Dean?”
"Sam... sleep." There was no trying to disguise that whine. He's seen sleepy Dean before. He should know better.
What do you mean this is a library?
Alright alright! Thanks for the pie! [eats it quickly] T-tase grat!
What you get for eating hot damn pie that fast.
What do you mean this is a library?
Wait, you’re really giving me one? I didn’t actually think you were gonna…no take back! You owe me a piece of pie.
[slides pie over] Shut it or I'm gonna shoot you in the tonsils.
What do you mean this is a library?
Yeah, I get that like a lot. Well, enjoy your pie sneaking. I’m gonna need a piece.
Hey, you earned it.
What do you mean this is a library?
Nobody said you can’t sneak it in. Think out of the box, dude.
Oh my god... you're a damn genius...
Rise and shine? Sam’s been up for hours. He caught the bag with little effort, this same routine played out every time Dean walked into their room and Sam no longer had to think about the details like whether or not his breakfast, lunch or dinner would be chucked at him, “I’m up… the Salvatores? I thought there was only one left?”
Bounce. Dean's on the bed and his eyes are closed because consciousness can blow him. He groaned an uuuugh when Sam started responding to the thing he said and swung his arm over his eyes dramatically, "Sam, eat. Dean, sleep. Later, talk. TV and pie."
What do you mean this is a library?
I’m pretty sure library can mean so much.
Dude, don't patronize me. Well if this is a library, we're talking books and no pie. God, that's depressing.
What do you mean this is a library?
Nobody told you?
The sign, maybe. But I thought it was just one of those trendy clubs with weird names...
What do you mean this is a library?
It was another long and excruciating night in spent with coffee and books. Sam was pretty damn sure that what he wanted to do had never been done, except for all those times it happened… but that was God, right? Or something like God… Which basically means that nothing Sam was gonna find would help, but with Crowley out of the picture he had to keep looking on his own.
But it wasn’t just like finding a needle in a haystack. The spell or whatever he was looking for was more like finding a specific needle in a warehouse full of needles and all you have to help you look are bare feet. Needless to say, you find a whole hell of a lot of needles that way.
The air conditioner hummed and it was comforting to be back in a familiar place. Sam had never visited this motel before but it was pretty damn familiar. Various shades of brown with a red half wall topped by a wooden banister to divide the foyer from the double queen sized beds that Sam needed if he wanted to keep his feet on the mattress. But he wasn’t really using his bed and he hadn’t been for a few days. He researched, ate and slept at the table by the window and watched for Dean to come home so he could pretend to be looking up anything but what he was really looking in to.
"Rise and shine, Sammy." The door swung open and smacked the wall behind it loudly as Dean entered the fleabag motel room and headed right for his own bed. He tossed keys onto the table Sam was working at then a greasy paper bag right at Sam, "You were right about this being a vampire town, and all the big guys are out. Salvatores, that blonde guy with the coat... and vampire slayers like you've never seen. Ah? Did I tell you this place would be worth the gas or what?"
Dead Weekend
And you stayed behind to keep me company. Flattered.
Hey, somebody's got to finish the job.
