Night 46: M21-30 Hallway

[sdatislife]

Shinji hesitated at the threshold and after a moment of horrific indecision and fear he forced himself to take the step out of his room and into dim and darkened hallway. It was all strange again. The people, the appearance of this hallway - so much for hoping that last night might have been a fluke. With a start, he realized he still didn't know

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[theroadsofar]

Not one word breathed on the deal. Dean could feel the awkwardness like a solid thing between them.

Dean reached up and caught the watch, glancing at it. Frozen. It wasn't the first time they'd run into electrical interference on the job, and usually this was a good sign, narrowing down a spot and time when something went down since it was generally localized to a specific area. Here, though? Wasn't gonna help much, except Sam had probably been taken at whenever the watch froze on but that didn't narrow down where. Or if it'd been working fine when he got taken but stopped later, right before they did the reappearing act in his closet. It wasn't exactly like he'd had his own watch to compare and come to think of it, Dean didn't remember seeing clocks around, which was definitely on the weird side there.

He tossed the watch back to his brother. "Yeah, but we're gonna need a motive on this so we can follow it to the source," said Dean. He pushed off the desk, "See what we can suss up in the morgue and maybe we'll get some clues, but it's probably gonna be pretty touch 'n go."

[allroadslead]

Touch and go was one way to put it.

Sam caught the watch and dropped it inside the drawer. He eyed Dean for a moment, wanting to say something. He felt like he should say something, at least. But what was there to say? Everything he had on his mind, Dean either already well suspected or it was a thought Sam couldn't possibly voice.

He was only putting off the inevitable, he knew. Sooner or later, there was going to be an explosion. But not now. Right now, they could pretend to do their jobs, pretend as if Dean wasn't on the fast track to hell, and Sam could pretend that the job mattered even half as much as the deal.

He started for the door. "Can't hurt to try."

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