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M2 theroadsofar October 4 2009, 15:15:01 UTC
Fighting with Sam was the last thing they needed.

Dean ate almost mechanically.

It was a far cry from this morning: the food was still good, on another level he knew it was, but last night and that fight with Sam just left a bad taste in his mouth and a real nasty feeling in his gut. Dean couldn't do this. He couldn't keep up this lie, which was ironic when his whole life, his job really boiled down to a lot of lies in order to cover his ass, keep the civilians from kicking the bucket and staying a step ahead of the law. You think it'd just be another day at the office, but it was different with Sam. Dean didn't like it. Lying to him for the sake of the job was okay, maybe not totally cool, but if people's lives were on the line, then fine. Could do it.

But lying to him over the deal? And having this feeling like maybe Sam was starting to suspect?

The last thing Dean wanted was for his brother to find out on his own like that.

The hunter scrubbed at his eyes with the back of his bandaged hands, which didn't help when they still hurt, and pushed aside the half-eaten dinner. This place was getting to him. That coupled with just a week ago and getting no sleep and his ass kicked almost every night was doing a number on him. If he was gonna tell Sam, he couldn't afford to keep operating like this, like he was some Terminator and he didn't need sleep. Getting up, the hunter flopped down onto his bed heavily, the mattress squeaking as he rolled over, closed his eyes, and told himself he was gonna get some real sleep (whatever happened at the end of the night didn't count).

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and focused on drifting off.

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slipperymagic October 5 2009, 02:48:28 UTC
Howl didn't offer any objections when he was led back to his room. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to his meal. He'd finally be able to sit down somewhere slightly less packed to the ceiling with loud, chattering people he didn't know, and yet was forced to live alongside. Howl had mostly fond thoughts of of those he had ran into so far. They were kind people, intelligent people, and it was no reflection upon them that Howl was relieved to just take a moment for himself. They were strangers in his life, when even those he felt closest to were stressful. The idea of listening to Sophie berate him sounded comforting at this point.

Technically speaking, however, the moment wasn't entirely his. He had to share it with his taciturn roommate, who was lying prone on his bed, sleeping. Howl made a face, but if being ignored was the only way to get a bit of silence, he'd have to take it.

He strode across the room, and decided to pretend he was perfectly alone. Howl almost went so far as to try and imagine that he was back at home, but it seemed childish upon second thought. Not to mention that it was very rare that he actually ate alone. It killed the illusion very quickly, and he was left with no option but to wallow in homesickness as he ate. His roommate was a non-presence, whether or not Howl was overlooking him.

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