[You, Sam, get a very grumpy, loud shout that may or may not be something like "I'm coming, I'm coming, jesus!" Sam'll be able to hear him banging around elsewhere and he yells out before even reaching the kitchen]
[Dean pokes his head into the doorway, both eyebrows raised high.]
Oh. Yeah. Right. Christ, stop being deaf, it's a pain in the ass.
[he disappears for one more moment, then walks into the kitchen proper, still scrubbing at his hair with a towel, though he's fully dressed. it's almost comical the way his eyes light up at the pie]
Oh man, pie! I love me some pie, man. You've got good taste. [he doesn't really care if Sam's picking up on what he says or not. He just claps his brother on the back then goes to take a slice, grinning like a little kid that just won a prize]
[catches the first bit, and then only the word "pie," making him laugh outright though he couldn't hear it. Sam crossed the kitchen, setting a piping hot mug of coffee next to his brother, a huge smile on his face as he watched Dean devour the slice on his plate]
Figured there's no better way to celebrate your return then with pie and coffee.
[Dean is just digging into his pie, chugging down the coffee when he's sure it won't burn his throat. He pauses - and, very graciously, if you ask him - swallows it all down so he can beam at Sam, momentarily the picture of contentment. Hell, he's got pie. But after a moment a considering, curious look overtakes him, and he raises a brow. he does, out of consideration, slow his speaking a little so Sam can read him a little easier.]
Not that I don't appreciate it, but what's with the royal treatment?
[Dean returns to thoughtfully chewing his pie, watching Sam thoughtfully. After another swig of coffee he gives Sam a rough pat - it's more like a whack - on the arm, motioning for him to sit down.]
C'mon, Sam. I'm here now, so don't worry that pretty little head of yours over it too much.
[Sam settled into the chair next to his brother, a brave hand darting out to swipe a bit of pie filling off the edge of Dean's plate. Licking his fingers clean, he hazarded a look at Dean]
Yeah, yeah.
[he was deliberately withholding the fact that he spent three days scouring the city for him, neglecting himself completely for those long seventy-two hours. Oh look, subject change!]
You think you can do this whole settling down thing?
What surprise, dude?
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I'm deaf, you idiot. Just get in here already.
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Oh. Yeah. Right. Christ, stop being deaf, it's a pain in the ass.
[he disappears for one more moment, then walks into the kitchen proper, still scrubbing at his hair with a towel, though he's fully dressed. it's almost comical the way his eyes light up at the pie]
Oh man, pie! I love me some pie, man. You've got good taste. [he doesn't really care if Sam's picking up on what he says or not. He just claps his brother on the back then goes to take a slice, grinning like a little kid that just won a prize]
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Figured there's no better way to celebrate your return then with pie and coffee.
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Not that I don't appreciate it, but what's with the royal treatment?
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I woke up two weeks ago... and you were gone. No note, no call, nothing. I thought I'd lost you.
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C'mon, Sam. I'm here now, so don't worry that pretty little head of yours over it too much.
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Yeah, yeah.
[he was deliberately withholding the fact that he spent three days scouring the city for him, neglecting himself completely for those long seventy-two hours. Oh look, subject change!]
You think you can do this whole settling down thing?
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