Jan 16, 2009 20:47
interaction: sam,
misc: angst,
chars: sammy,
voice: ic,
chars: sarah,
prompt: sleep,
type: rp log,
verse: vegas baby!,
chars: cassie,
type: fic,
interaction: cassie,
interaction: sarah,
comm: zombic_thoughts,
misc: spoilers
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She'd meant to make some kind of flip comment, hey, I'm looking for this hottie, bout six foot, beautiful green eyes... or something like that, but the tone in his voice stopped her. The quietude of it.
"How'd it go?" Except that tone in her voice told her how it went. Not as bad as it could have been, or he'd sound worse. Hoarse. Strained. Not as good as it should have been either, which meant Dean was beating himself up over it. Badly.
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"Went... We got the job done." Couldn't lie to her. Couldn't say it had been good, or even okay. "Neither of us hurt much. Not simple or straightforward either, though." Well. From a certain point of view. Some would find killing to rabid kids simple and easy, he supposed.
"You two done with your case?"
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Neither of the boys hurt much, that was a relief. Cassie glanced over at Sarah. "Job's done, boys are intact." Physically. She wouldn't go so far as to say they were fine, not yet. Not without making sure for herself. But Sarah would be having that same latent anxiety, quiet and buried fear that something had happened to Sam until proven otherwise.
Back to Dean on the phone. "Where do you want to meet? Food, first, or motel?"
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"Um. Motel, probably. I don't think any of us or the whatever restaurant we go to will appreciate the stench we're sporting, especially not around food." And that was no joke. "But if you two're hungry, pick something up, I guess? Or we shower and hit some place to eat."
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