look me in the eye and tell me that I'm satisfied
Sam needs some air. The past few days have been claustrophobic at best between him and Dean, though at least now they've upgraded to a room with two beds instead of being forced to share the one. Between Dean's sudden aversion to all meat and his own rather fond attitude towards clowns (which he discovered upon seeing one in a window display and realizing he had to have it before his higher brain function took over), he's feeling very overwhelmed about all of this.
And, to make matters worse, they still haven't figured out how to get out of here.
Sam's in research mode now, taking up temporary residence at the diner they've tended to frequent for breakfast every morning (as well as almost every other waking moment). If he is trying to avoid Dean, he's kind of doing a crappy job of it. Books are spread out on the table in front of him - at least, all the books he could dig out of the Impala, and he's skimming through the pages with slight frustration. It'd be so much easier to do this if he had his laptop, but some things just didn't come through with him, and he has to get used to that.
He's not expecting company, but he won't exactly turn it away either.
And, to make matters worse, they still haven't figured out how to get out of here.
Sam's in research mode now, taking up temporary residence at the diner they've tended to frequent for breakfast every morning (as well as almost every other waking moment). If he is trying to avoid Dean, he's kind of doing a crappy job of it. Books are spread out on the table in front of him - at least, all the books he could dig out of the Impala, and he's skimming through the pages with slight frustration. It'd be so much easier to do this if he had his laptop, but some things just didn't come through with him, and he has to get used to that.
He's not expecting company, but he won't exactly turn it away either.