Log: Sam / Dean, DDHW: What's Your Problem?
Sam's fingers flew over the laptop's keys in a strange kind of rhythm as he worked. He may be cut off from any kind of web connection, but the Dossier was coming along nicely. Or it would be, if he wasn't distracted by his brother's listlessness on the next bed over.
This moping thing, or whatever it was, Dean was doing was getting kind of ridiculous. Especially because he was being fairly quiet and unobtrusive and he was still distracting the hell out of Sam. Like it was some special hidden talent, How to annoy your brother without trying.
"Okay, I give.." Sam said, pausing in his work, saving it and shutting down. "What is up with you?"
This moping thing, or whatever it was, Dean was doing was getting kind of ridiculous. Especially because he was being fairly quiet and unobtrusive and he was still distracting the hell out of Sam. Like it was some special hidden talent, How to annoy your brother without trying.
"Okay, I give.." Sam said, pausing in his work, saving it and shutting down. "What is up with you?"