Closed RP - Sam and Dean
((Backdated to shortly after Sam and Azi's conversation.))
Dean hadn't exactly been sulking, but he'd--well, he wasn't very happy. Disneyland had long since gotten boring, and he had taken to avoiding Sam, and that didn't leave much else. He couldn't say quite why he was avoiding Sam, but the thought of having to talk about plans and theories just unsettled him, all of a sudden. It was too much to deal with--if they had to accept the possibility that maybe they shouldn't be killing demons... Well, what the hell did that leave?
So he'd spent most of the day alternately trying to work things out in his mind or block them out entirely, all while riding Splash Mountain in continuous loops. When the mild adrenaline rush from the drop stopped affecting him and when the zippity-doo-dah finally started to wear at his nerves, though, he finally got off and headed back to the store, hoping half-heartedly that Sam wouldn't be home.
"Hey," he called, automatically, as he stepped past the salt line across the door. "You here?"
Dean hadn't exactly been sulking, but he'd--well, he wasn't very happy. Disneyland had long since gotten boring, and he had taken to avoiding Sam, and that didn't leave much else. He couldn't say quite why he was avoiding Sam, but the thought of having to talk about plans and theories just unsettled him, all of a sudden. It was too much to deal with--if they had to accept the possibility that maybe they shouldn't be killing demons... Well, what the hell did that leave?
So he'd spent most of the day alternately trying to work things out in his mind or block them out entirely, all while riding Splash Mountain in continuous loops. When the mild adrenaline rush from the drop stopped affecting him and when the zippity-doo-dah finally started to wear at his nerves, though, he finally got off and headed back to the store, hoping half-heartedly that Sam wouldn't be home.
"Hey," he called, automatically, as he stepped past the salt line across the door. "You here?"