(Untitled)

[balletrat]

*Meg's spent some time checking the main room for Sam Winchester, without a great deal of luck

Comments

[hopeitsworthit]

One of the doors in the hallway opens, and Dean half-emerges, looking over his shoulder to bitch at his brother.

"Dude, I cannot believe you're so freaking worried about saving money. It's not like room service here's that expensive."

By the time he's finished that sentence, the hall is beginning to smell faintly floral.

It's the granny kind of floral, even.

Dean's kinda stopped noticing it. Frickin' love juice shit.

[gavemea_45]

"And it's not like credit card fraud's gonna fly here, Dean," comes Sam's answer.

"So yeah, we've got to watch it, don't you get that?"

[balletrat]

*It's Sam!

- and Dean.

(And . . . a flower monster?)

That will make things more awkward. But Meg steps forward anyways.*

Hey Sam I need to talk to you and I promise it isn't to yell at you again so Dean could you not glare at me but maybe give us a minute s'il vous plait?

*Charming smile.*

[hopeitsworthit]

"Uh."

Dean looks a little taken aback for a second.

"I was gonna go get some food, so if you--"