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[hector_aframian]

Dean is waiting.

They seem to spend a lot of time doing that, lately.

At least here in Hippie Hollow there's plenty to eat while you wait. And he can mess with Sam's car.

As long as Sam doesn't catch him at it.

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[not_scully]

If he were Dean, Sam would take to studying in his car.

Fact is, much as he rubs the Porsche in Dean's face, Sam really isn't all that possessive of it.

Rather than try to make a study space out of the car (impossible), Sam is at a sort of picnic table outside. A few books are stacked at his elbow and he's writing in a small journal easily concealed in his jacket.

[hector_aframian]

Dean hasn't seen the journal before. He gets bored with the car pretty quickly, wandering over quietly to crane over Sam's shoulder.

Sneaky Dean is Sneaky.

[not_scully]

Very sneaky. Sam would never notice a tall, broad-shouldered guy leaning over his shoulder and getting in his light like that. Ever.

"Dude," he mutters, frowning and flipping a few pages in a book to reference before writing again. "You're in my light."

[hector_aframian]

"It was my light before it was your light," Dean reminds him, in the time-honoured tradition of big brothers everywhere. "Whatcha doing?"