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Closed RP - Sam and Dean

Mar 18, 2007 11:19

Sam didn't bother knocking on Dean's door, given he knew what the idiot was doing and would end up explaining for the umpteenth time that he wasn't about to go completely evil anytime soon he didn't thinkSo, that settled and door shoved open, Sam walked in and crossed his arms ( Read more... )

sam winchester, dean winchester, rp

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wayward_son124 March 18 2007, 18:40:03 UTC

"Friggin' hello to you too."

Dean sounded pissed, as per usual as of late, but he really wasn't. At least not with Sam. Okay, maybe a little. It was mostly because Sam had just barged in, no knocking, and Dean really needed a lock for that door. No, really, one of them giant bolt locks. He'd needed to replace it anyway, after Lily had broke the damn thing down. But then he would replace it, and Sam would learn that stupid ass unlocking charm, the bastard.

"Hypothermia?" he repeated instead of delving further into his bitchetry, snapping shut the book he'd been skimming for the millionth (and a halfth) time and shoving it under his pillow. Like shit that Sam needed to see how obsessive he'd gotten with this, even though Lord knew that the guy already did know. "How d'you know it's not? You know, winter. Makes shit kinda cold."

done_hunting March 18 2007, 19:00:36 UTC

Sam wouldn't have had to barge in if Dean had shown up for practice like he said he was going to and then didn't, though, right?

...So fine. Maybe Sam was being a little bit pissier about that than he should. Whatever. He shrugged and offered up a little grin. "Hi."

Sam shut the door behind himself and started talking.

"Nah, see, these people, their families swear they were only missing for a few minutes; one guy had just left the pub and was on his way to his car, and was found ten minutes later... only he was frozen stiff."

wayward_son124 March 18 2007, 19:06:59 UTC

Hey, he couldn't help it. He was a busy guy. Places to... not go. Things to... not eat. ...Okay, he'd been locked in here and doing stupid, mindless research that was beginning to make his brain a little fried. The pissiness was a given, on his part. Seriously, Sam was a good thing. He needed to get out before his mind exploded.

"Frozen stiff," he replied flatly, frowning a bit. "But... That's not friggin' hypothermia at all, that's..." Hmm. One could see the gears already starting to turn in his head, trying to dig up the answer to this, although obviously he couldn't with that little of information. "Only thing that can do that much harm so fast is, what? Winter sprites? Ice faeries? Friggin'... Jack Frost?"

done_hunting March 18 2007, 19:18:09 UTC

Sam pressed a hand to his forehead - damn it, he must've pushed it a little hard last night. Not that that was anything new, but still. He'd just stop in the kitchen for coffee or something on the way out.

"Yeah, something like that - though generally they're not malignant like that for no good reason. And," he snorted in amusement as he dropped onto the end of Dean's bed. "If it's Jack Frost, we're shit out of luck."

And then hello? Blinding railroad spike through his brain. He'd been sitting sure, but rapidly, there was sliding to the ground, hands pressed to his head to keep it from exploding into bits.

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