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[technicallykill]

Sylar - or, more appropriately at this point in time, Gabriel Gray is back to his usual bespectacled self, looking around nervously as he proceeds to walk into the coffee shop. He can't remember bits and pieces of the past week, but what he can remember reeks of Sylar and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He's not even sure who he's spoken to

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[thehandsomeone]

Not that Dean can eat any of the bacon, Sam.

But the sentiment is damn true all the same, although to be fair, Dean is awake by the time Sam gets back. It just so happens that he's still in bed, propped up on some pillows while he watches cartoons.

At least it's not Magic Fingers.

His gaze moves somewhat off the TV screen and to the door when Sam comes in, but his stomach growls considerably at the smell of food.

"Some of that better be for me, dude," he says then, hiding a grin because of course it is.

[thehandsomeone]

"Bet we'll stumble on one eventually, though," Dean says, perhaps a little too hopefully. There's still a lot of pent-up energy in him from not getting to kill things on a regular basis.

"I mean, with the Rift opening all the time, who knows what kind of creepy crawlies could find their way in..."

[wegotwork]

"Yeah," Sam says, brightening a little. "I guess that could be true.

"I mean, if we found our way in, it begs the question: what other things could do the same thing?"

[thehandsomeone]

"Nothing scarier than you, I bet," Dean teases, stretching lazily. He reaches for the remote on the nightstand, and hands it to Sam. "No gameshows," he says.

[wegotwork]

"No game shows," Sam promises, following it up with a dramatic sigh; he does find some kind of movie that looks halfway decent and leaves the channel there.

Only a couple minutes in does he realize it's Pulp Fiction.

[thehandsomeone]

Dean, of course, realizes this right away. His musical taste may remain in the 70's and 80's, but Dean thinks Quentin Taratino is some kind of genius.

Plus. Uma Thurman. Sam's about to get an earful about that.

"Finally," Dean says, grinning. "Somethin' we can agree on."

[wegotwork]

Sam gets rid of the empty containers, stuffing them into the paper bag, and then kicks off his shoes before he makes himself comfortable on the bed next to Dean.

"How'd I know you wouldn't put up a fight about this?" he teases.

[thehandsomeone]

"Because some days you're a genius," Dean teases right back. "Very rarely, but, you know. It happens."

Dean moves over a little to give Sam room, then says, "The only thing this movie is missing is demons, man. And Uma Thurman topless."

[wegotwork]

"I'm going to hold that admission over your head when you're denying it fifteen minutes later," Sam tells him.

He swipes an extra pillow from his bed to use, resting his forearm behind his head.

[thehandsomeone]

"Should've recorded it," Dean says, shaking his head. "There's no way to prove I said it."

[wegotwork]

"Oh, I'll know," Sam says, pointing at his own chest. "I'll know."

[thehandsomeone]

"Know what?" Dean grins, looking at Sam out of the corner of his eye before returning his focus to the TV, where Uma Thurman's character is already ODing pretty gruesomely.

[wegotwork]

Sam would glare, but it's a wasted effort, seeing as how Dean's fairly engrossed by the scene before them.

He winces when the needle gets stabbed into her chest. He can't help it.

[thehandsomeone]

Dean laughs a little, remembering how much a few particular scenes from this movie freaked Sam out when they were kids. Not much gets to him when it comes to movies, except maybe the ear thing in Reservoir Dogs.

"Think I want popcorn," Dean says when the scene changes. Nevermind he just finished breakfast not half an hour ago.

[wegotwork]

After everything they've seen, it seems a little silly for Sam to get bothered by the occasional scene. But he brushes it off and nods toward the kitchen.

"Think we've got a box or two in there," he answers.

[thehandsomeone]

"Awesome," Dean says, and proceeds to climb over Sam before heading to the kitchen. Normally, he'd tell Sam to get it, but Sam always skimps on the butter. He grabs the empty cartons of food and dumps them, then starts searching through the cupboards, humming a tune all the while.