termitarium
[{ closed spn Sam/Jack RP with @theboywiththedemonblood }]
Getting out of the bunker for once is worth the stupid tie.
The takeaway coffee doesn't aid much beyond warming Jack's hands. A slow case, so slow Dean agreed on letting Sam take Jack along—and staying behind himself. (What, how many feds does it take to flunk that goddamn place out of a bunch of old-ass maps, Sam?) The clouds hang heavy over the city, this museum; Jack watches them through the far-away, tall windows. His attention shifts once again towards the science exhibition's entrance on the other side of this otherwise offensively bland hallway. Another sip of sugar-with-coffee, as Dean would say.
Jack drags the tip of his fancy shoe across the immaculate stone floor before he sighs and rejoins Sam and Lloyd behind the "employees only" marked door he is (technically) supposed to guard. Well, it's not like anyone is gonna walk past here, anyway.