Nightshift 43: West Wing, North Hall 2-B
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There was a split second where Dean had paused at the door, looking almost like he'd lost track of what he'd been doing. Sam glanced at him, but then Dean just knocked the door down before he could say anything.
Dean was probably just tired, he decided as he moved further down the hall. You could only run for so long and it wasn't as if they'd had a chance for some down time since...well. It'd been awhile. To say the least. Sometimes he still kinda wished he could sit and read a book or something, but at this point, he'd pretty much accepted that an easy night for him consisted of trekking down to the morgue to torch a couple of bodies.
Better than a town full of dead people and Dean practically drooling from a drug cocktail, anyway.
He cast a look down the hall to make sure it was still empty while he waited for Dean to break down the next door. He'd forgotten to tell Dean to grab the makeshift lock pick needle before meeting him, but he supposed it didn't matter. If they didn't attract unwanted attention from the noise, with their luck, it'd just happen some other way.
There was a split second where Dean had paused at the door, looking almost like he'd lost track of what he'd been doing. Sam glanced at him, but then Dean just knocked the door down before he could say anything.
Dean was probably just tired, he decided as he moved further down the hall. You could only run for so long and it wasn't as if they'd had a chance for some down time since...well. It'd been awhile. To say the least. Sometimes he still kinda wished he could sit and read a book or something, but at this point, he'd pretty much accepted that an easy night for him consisted of trekking down to the morgue to torch a couple of bodies.
Better than a town full of dead people and Dean practically drooling from a drug cocktail, anyway.
He cast a look down the hall to make sure it was still empty while he waited for Dean to break down the next door. He'd forgotten to tell Dean to grab the makeshift lock pick needle before meeting him, but he supposed it didn't matter. If they didn't attract unwanted attention from the noise, with their luck, it'd just happen some other way.