Driveway of 42 Blueberry Hill, Wednesday afternoon

[givemethehunt]

Dean was back out by the Impala, though he was currently only leaning his hands against the roof and looking at the thing, mostly lost in thought. He didn't even have the radio on.

He was being ridiculous. His family didn't hate him, he knew that, no matter what the djinn would've had him believe. Sam probably had a great reason for skipping

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[normal_i_am]

"Hello," Sam answered the phone, not checking the caller ID first.

[givemethehunt]

See? He answered! That was a good sign right there.

God, Dean was so pathetic. . . .

"Dude. 'Sup?"

[normal_i_am]

Now that nearly a week had passed, Sam was less annoyed about the prank that Dean and Lana had pulled on him. "Nothing much," he said. "What's up with you?"

[givemethehunt]

"Not a damned thing." Dean turned around to lean his back against the impala. "Calling to check up on you. Lana said you didn't make it to the housewarming."

[dark_innocence]

Lana'd been concerned about him since he'd come in from working on the car. He'd been all very 'everything's normal, don't mind me', but he was too restless and tense. He certainly hadn't been approachable, though, so she'd let him be.

Today hadn't been much better, so she used food as an excuse to go out and check on him.

She came out to the car with a plate of sandwiches, some potato chips, and a couple of beers. "Thought maybe you could use some lunch," she said lightly.

[givemethehunt]

Dean brightened right up at the sight of the food. "Oh, hey, best housemate ever." He grabbed a sandwich and dug right in.

[dark_innocence]

"So how's it going out here," she asked. "Everything all right with the car?"

[givemethehunt]

"Hm?" Dean looked up from the sandwich, then back down at the impala. He patted the car fondly on the roof. "Yeah, she's doing just fine. Which admittedly is kind of weird. Feel like I've been neglecting her or something, not driving all over the country every day."