[for Keith]
Dean had been watching his Sam watching Blondie all weekend. It was worse than boring. In fact, he was pretty damn sure he'd take 'bored' any day over 'worried sick about his brother who was worried sick about his girlfriend.' He had managed to drag Sam out on patrol a few times, saying something about having to do his duty and keep up law and order on the island - even though half the freaking island was in a coma nobody could actually explain. And Blondie's dad kept hovering - which Dean guessed wasn't really helping Sammy.
"Shit," he muttered, kicking a rock before deciding to just bite the freaking bullet already. Turning on his heel, he walked into the building where everybody who was unconscious was being kept, squinting a little as he looked around for Blondie's contingent of worried guys. He paused outside the door, checked to see that Papa Blondie wasn't in the room, that Sammy was, and then took up a place outside the door so he could wait for the elder Mars to show up so he could drag him off - give his brother a bit of quality time with his comatose sweetie.
"Shit," he muttered, kicking a rock before deciding to just bite the freaking bullet already. Turning on his heel, he walked into the building where everybody who was unconscious was being kept, squinting a little as he looked around for Blondie's contingent of worried guys. He paused outside the door, checked to see that Papa Blondie wasn't in the room, that Sammy was, and then took up a place outside the door so he could wait for the elder Mars to show up so he could drag him off - give his brother a bit of quality time with his comatose sweetie.