"I read once that big windows were a sign of wealth in old houses like this, because large panes of glass were expensive. Crenshaw was showing off."
Interesting. And I love that Sam knows this.
The air inside the cells was stale, thick with the musty smells of rotting wood and rodent droppings.
Eew!
"Great. Why can't anything ever be simple?"
"Because then it wouldn't be any fun."
*g* Of course Dean would think that.
"I don't want you messing with the board, okay?" Dean blurted out. "It's not safe."
"Not safe," Sam repeated blankly. "Right. As opposed to... the sweet fluffy-bunny things we normally mess with?"
LOL! I love Dean being all protective, and then Sam’s snarky response.
"This is bullshit, Dean. You know what we have to do, and you don't want to do it because of me. Is that how it's going to be from now on? Am I a liability now?"
Ooh, good question. Sam really wouldn’t like being a liability.
"Fine," Dean muttered sulkily. "Don't come running to me when you start barfing pea soup and spinning your head around."
*snickers* Dean can quip all he wants, but his fear for Sam is still palpable.
He put a votive candle at each point of the pentagram, and Dean bent down to light them, wrinkling his nose as he did so.
"Dude, are these flower scented?"
"They were on sale," Sam said defensively.
LOL!
"You could tell that was gardenia scent? I had to check the labels to find out."
"Yeah, well..." Dean looked flustered for a moment, but recovered quickly. "There was this chick in a flower shop in Savannah--"
*snickers* Dean’s such a liar. Back when he did solo hunts, he sometimes lit gardenia-scented candles at night to help himself relax.
He took a tentative step forward. His booted feet made no sound against the floor. In fact, he wasn't sure he was touching the floor at all. There was no pressure on the soles of his feet, no sensation of bearing his own weight. Walking suddenly became an awkward, unfamiliar activity. His center of gravity was gone -- not just shifted, but gone.
Ooh, I love all of these details. Nice.
He eyed the door warily for a few seconds, took a deep breath to steady himself, and walked right through the wood into the cell on the other side.
Nifty!
Sam could see her eyes now, opened so wide that a ring of white was visible around each iris.
Great detail.
Then again, past experience had taught him that when a person got this scared, what you said to them didn't matter. It was tone and body language that got the message across. So he kept slouching, kept saying "it's all right" and "don't be afraid" over and over again until she stopped trying to push herself through the wall and looked at him with eyes that were wary but not terrified.
I love this, from the insight into how Sam’s so good at soothing people to the way Olivia responds to him. She couldn’t have asked for a better “visitor.” :)
Poor Olivia …
Favorite lines:
"I read once that big windows were a sign of wealth in old houses like this, because large panes of glass were expensive. Crenshaw was showing off."
Interesting. And I love that Sam knows this.
The air inside the cells was stale, thick with the musty smells of rotting wood and rodent droppings.
Eew!
"Great. Why can't anything ever be simple?"
"Because then it wouldn't be any fun."
*g* Of course Dean would think that.
"I don't want you messing with the board, okay?" Dean blurted out. "It's not safe."
"Not safe," Sam repeated blankly. "Right. As opposed to... the sweet fluffy-bunny things we normally mess with?"
LOL! I love Dean being all protective, and then Sam’s snarky response.
"This is bullshit, Dean. You know what we have to do, and you don't want to do it because of me. Is that how it's going to be from now on? Am I a liability now?"
Ooh, good question. Sam really wouldn’t like being a liability.
"Fine," Dean muttered sulkily. "Don't come running to me when you start barfing pea soup and spinning your head around."
*snickers* Dean can quip all he wants, but his fear for Sam is still palpable.
He put a votive candle at each point of the pentagram, and Dean bent down to light them, wrinkling his nose as he did so.
"Dude, are these flower scented?"
"They were on sale," Sam said defensively.
LOL!
"You could tell that was gardenia scent? I had to check the labels to find out."
"Yeah, well..." Dean looked flustered for a moment, but recovered quickly. "There was this chick in a flower shop in Savannah--"
*snickers* Dean’s such a liar. Back when he did solo hunts, he sometimes lit gardenia-scented candles at night to help himself relax.
He took a tentative step forward. His booted feet made no sound against the floor. In fact, he wasn't sure he was touching the floor at all. There was no pressure on the soles of his feet, no sensation of bearing his own weight. Walking suddenly became an awkward, unfamiliar activity. His center of gravity was gone -- not just shifted, but gone.
Ooh, I love all of these details. Nice.
He eyed the door warily for a few seconds, took a deep breath to steady himself, and walked right through the wood into the cell on the other side.
Nifty!
Sam could see her eyes now, opened so wide that a ring of white was visible around each iris.
Great detail.
Then again, past experience had taught him that when a person got this scared, what you said to them didn't matter. It was tone and body language that got the message across. So he kept slouching, kept saying "it's all right" and "don't be afraid" over and over again until she stopped trying to push herself through the wall and looked at him with eyes that were wary but not terrified.
I love this, from the insight into how Sam’s so good at soothing people to the way Olivia responds to him. She couldn’t have asked for a better “visitor.” :)
"Sam! Sammy! You still with me, man?"
"No," Sam said thickly, and blacked out.
Oh, dear!
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