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[technicallykill]

Sylar - or, more appropriately at this point in time, Gabriel Gray is back to his usual bespectacled self, looking around nervously as he proceeds to walk into the coffee shop. He can't remember bits and pieces of the past week, but what he can remember reeks of Sylar and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He's not even sure who he's spoken to

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[thehandsomeone]

Not that Dean can eat any of the bacon, Sam.

But the sentiment is damn true all the same, although to be fair, Dean is awake by the time Sam gets back. It just so happens that he's still in bed, propped up on some pillows while he watches cartoons.

At least it's not Magic Fingers.

His gaze moves somewhat off the TV screen and to the door when Sam comes in, but his stomach growls considerably at the smell of food.

"Some of that better be for me, dude," he says then, hiding a grin because of course it is.

[wegotwork]

Doesn't mean Sam can't help himself, of course.

He is grateful that the room (for the most part) is silent of any loud vibrating noises (for the time being).

"Yeah, right," Sam says, but he's hiding a grin as he adjusts the paper bag in his arm and heads on over to sit on the edge of Dean's bed.

[thehandsomeone]

Well, you know, except for the incessant cartoon noises, because sometimes Dean is five.

"Right," Dean snorts, leaning forward to make a grab for the bag. "What'd you bring me, bitch?"

[wegotwork]

"Eggs," Sam says, holding the bag just out of reach as he opens it up to let a little bit of the smell waft out.

"And pancakes. I had them put the maple syrup on the side, though, so they wouldn't be all soggy by the time I brought them back."

[thehandsomeone]

Dean's eyes light up like Christmas came early - or, more accurately, like he just killed a particularly awesome beast. "You are the one good thing in my life," he deadpans. "After food," he adds, reaching for the bag again. "Gimme."

[wegotwork]

It's amazing to see the way Dean gets around food. It's like a fat kid in a candy store.

Sam reaches into the bag and pulls out a few containers, passing them over to Dean with some plasticware.

"Some of these are for me, you know," he adds.

[thehandsomeone]

Considering the amount of syrup Dean proceeds to pour on his pancakes, it's a fairly accurate description.

"We'll see," he says, before shoving some of the syrupy goodness in the general direction of his face.

[wegotwork]

Sam opens his own container - the eggs, which he proceeds to dig into with a few accompanying happy noises.

"Good, right?"

[thehandsomeone]

"Fuck yeah."

Dean pauses long enough between his second and third pancake to look at Sam and say, sincerely, "Thanks."

[wegotwork]

"Sure thing," Sam answers, though it's with a nod of acknowledgment and a brief smile as he finishes up his eggs.

Then, he nods his head toward the TV.

"Anything good on?"

[thehandsomeone]

On TV, Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck are having the eternal debate over whether it's duck season or rabbit season.

"Bugs Bunny," Dean says, rolling his eyes a little. "Duh."

[wegotwork]

"I always wondered why Daffy Duck got the short end of the straw," he says.

"Kind of like Wile E. Coyote. You think people would get tired of him running into those fake tunnel paintings on the wall."

[thehandsomeone]

"Sam," Dean warns jokingly, "you start overanalyzing my cartoons, and I'm gonna kick you back out of here, breakfast or not."

"And," he adds, "those painting things are classic, that's why."

This coming from the man who listens to the same ten albums over and over again - Dean is nothing if not a creature of habit.

[wegotwork]

"Yeah," Sam protests, "classic and stupid."

So he's pretty much just ignored Dean's threat to kick him out of the room. Or maybe he didn't ignore it and is just choosing to not address it. Either way, he doesn't bring it up.

"After a while, you think he'd just get tired of it, too."

[thehandsomeone]

"You're stupid," Dean says, sounding about as childish as the show on TV. He kicks at Sam's leg, but he's otherwise too settled in to get up the energy to push Sam around. Not that he'd get too far, anyway.

He sighs a little when Sam keeps going, but says, "Cartoons are like monsters, Sammy. They never get tired and they never change."

[wegotwork]

"One thing we can count on, I guess," Sam points out, finishing up his breakfast and stretching out on the bed next to Dean.

"Apart from monsters, there is. Seems to still kinda be lacking in them here."