{new york city} In which Dean does what Dean does best.
Sam was a loser.
He moved to New York City. The city of walking. The city of nobody owns a friggin' car!
Dean had no idea how he was supposed to make a living in the city of cabs and no cars, but he also knew that he wasn't supposed to follow Sam from Lawrence to New York when he was going to law school. He knew that was taking codependence to a whole new level of weird, but this was his baby brother. And the last time he moved far far away from home, some blond elitist bitch broke his heart into a bunch of tiny pieces, and by the time he made it out there to kill her, she had already moved back home and the only thing Dean could do was get his brother drunk and try to help him forget about it.
This time around, he wasn't going to be that far away. This time? He wanted to throw punches.
But right now? Right now he was finding himself hanging out from under one of the yellow members of New York's finest, trying to find that rattling sound that could be very bad if it was what he thought it was. It was work, at least, and at the end of the day, that was all he needed.
Sam would have been bummed without the company anyway.
He moved to New York City. The city of walking. The city of nobody owns a friggin' car!
Dean had no idea how he was supposed to make a living in the city of cabs and no cars, but he also knew that he wasn't supposed to follow Sam from Lawrence to New York when he was going to law school. He knew that was taking codependence to a whole new level of weird, but this was his baby brother. And the last time he moved far far away from home, some blond elitist bitch broke his heart into a bunch of tiny pieces, and by the time he made it out there to kill her, she had already moved back home and the only thing Dean could do was get his brother drunk and try to help him forget about it.
This time around, he wasn't going to be that far away. This time? He wanted to throw punches.
But right now? Right now he was finding himself hanging out from under one of the yellow members of New York's finest, trying to find that rattling sound that could be very bad if it was what he thought it was. It was work, at least, and at the end of the day, that was all he needed.
Sam would have been bummed without the company anyway.