'cause it's cold where I am...

[need_a_pen]

THE SNOW DAY MEME

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Dean Winchester ~ Supernatural ~ OTA

[given_enough]

ooc: fffff, the Impala!

Re: Dean Winchester ~ Supernatural ~ OTA

[hunter_returns]

Seriously? That's the tenth time you've looked out the window in the last hour. The car will be fine. The roads'll be cleared by morning.

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[he looks away quickly, not even realising how often he had and picks at the remaining food on his plate. He hardly ate anything, no appetite as it is. Pushing it across, he started up] Think I'll jus'.. go outside anyway. Walk.

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[Sam frowns. He's been distant all week and it's starting to worry him.] Dean.. wait. The hell's wrong?

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[he looks back at him.. shrugs his jacket on the rest of the way, the look of confusion probably convincing enough but his eyes are oddly empty] Nothin'. I just want some air - look. I ain't gonna go shovin' snow off of her all crazy, alright?

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[Sam watches hin leave, tossing a few bills down before heading out into the snow himself. Fuck Dean and his attitude. He's going to talk or Sam is going to beat the hell out of him. He catches up to him quick enough, spinning him around.] The fuck is your problem? Why are you always running away from me?

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[that tone has his brows raising at him, but he doesn't say anything to counter it. He wasn't running from anything - anyone.

He looked up at Sam, just as stubborn.. just a little slow with it. His mind was weary and he just didn't want to fight right now. Better to make light of it]

Jesus. What, I can't go take a walk without you thinkin' I'm leavin' you or something?

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[For a half beat, Sam considers hitting him anyway. Not the time for wiseass remarks. He makes a frustrated noise, pulling away.] Goddamnit.

Fine. I'm sick of chasing you around. You want to talk? I'll be at the room.

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...Fine. [and right the fuck back at him. What? He wans't some child, Sammy.. and he thought you'd gotten over being a bitch now. There's nothing left but them.. and they're still at odds with each other. Figures.

Dean is back after half an hour, mood even more soured because it started to hail while he was out there. He woulda preferred the snow! Brushing his shoulders off, he shivered slightly as he set down the key set, barely glancing at Sam on his respective bed...]

Hey.

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[Sam is so goddamn tired of this. He wants Dean, wants things back the way they were. But Dean keeps pulling back, wanting something from him, but damned if he knew what it was. He was tired of being the screwup.]

Hey. Left you some hot water.

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Thanks, but... [he shakes his head, as ever unconcerned about his health...] Jus' gonna change and I'll be great.

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[A tired sigh. Sam snaps his laptop shut, shoving it back into his bag. His eyes are quietly plaintive as he watches his brother rummage for a change of clothes.]

Dean.. please. What's going on?

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[he looks across at him, shirt unbuttoned... frowns and tugs it up and off] Sammy.. how many times do you have to ask that, man? I said I'm fine, so I'm fine. Okay, life's shit right now but - I'm dealin' alright?

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[He digs an old book out, his face impassive. He's done asking. If Dean wants to deal alone, then he'll let him. It nearly broke his heart in frustration, but he was tired of getting shot at when he asked.] Right. Dealing.. fine.

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[his changing is quick, perfunctory. He doesn't turn around from Sam, even. It's just quick, jerky movements that betray how cold he is.. and also how detached... He closes his eyes as he falls back against the bed and sighs]

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[Sam resists the urge to pick another argument. Instead he snaps his book shut and waits. When Dean makes no further move to open up or to start the fight up again, he simply crawls into bed beside him.

[Warmth and comfort on a cold, snowy night. It's all he wants.]