One thing was for sure - Sam didn't have a clue how anyone had done hunting before the advent of Google. Seriously. He'd been sitting on the couch (feet, indeed, up on the coffee table), laptop open, plotting out the final pieces of their upcoming hunting trip. This being, well, Europe, there were tons of good legends to check out, but the news lately had been full of some mysterious disappearances and a few rather brutal murders that seemed to have the cops stumped. Sam was just doing a little more research into one specific case - was that a Hindu symbol of resurrection on the wall of the victim's bedroom? - when the knock came at the door.
He would have denied the broad smile that crossed his face and was gone in the next minute, buried in a cough as he looked over at Dean. "Dude, did you steal her taser?" he asked, getting up and ambling over to the door.
Opening it, he looked down at Steph, that smile tugging up his mouth again before he managed to control it. "Can we help you?"
Except for those last five minutes. And maybe the ones before that.
...Shut up, it was totally the episode with the recovering eating disorder girls and... INTERESTING. INTERESTING STUFF. You just couldn't get this shit on America's Next Top Model. Not that he watched that either. ...Okay, when he'd talked about how much daytime TV sucked, way back when, he hadn't been lying. Because it was either this or soap operas, and he could only handle that Sammy chick for so long on Days of Our Lives until he felt like throwing punches
( ... )
"Hey Sammers," she said, grinning from ear to ear. Hey - Sam was her bud! She was allowed to be happy to see him. "Is the short one here, too?" And if that sounded just a little bit earnest, like she acutally wanted to see Dean's ugly face, Sam was totally imagining it and should have sought professional help.
"So, have you sat on any tasers lately? Because I'm missing mine, and George swears he hasn't seen it. Which I sort of believe, because I already gave him a nice taser, so there's no need to knick mine. Also," she said, holding out the warm, covered plate, "I brought cookies."
Wincing good-naturedly at the nickname, Sam shook his head. "Sorry, we're kind of tasered out." But he held open the door for her, eyes lighting up at the plate in her hands. Mmmm, cookies.
Following Steph into the room, Sam winced again in earnest. It was...kind of messy. Dean wasn't the cleanest guy in normal circumstances, but he seemed to currently be going some kind of mission to fuse his ass with the couch. There were empty drink bottles and dirty dishes scattered around, and Sam hadn't quite gotten to doing the dishes from, oh, three days ago. In short, it looked like two guys lived there (though, to be fair, Sam split his time between his room in Gryffindor and the hut).
"Hey, Dean," he said, giving his brother the raised-eyebrow look of a disapproving parent nudging his kid to say 'thank-you', "Steph brought us cookies."
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He would have denied the broad smile that crossed his face and was gone in the next minute, buried in a cough as he looked over at Dean. "Dude, did you steal her taser?" he asked, getting up and ambling over to the door.
Opening it, he looked down at Steph, that smile tugging up his mouth again before he managed to control it. "Can we help you?"
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Except for those last five minutes. And maybe the ones before that.
...Shut up, it was totally the episode with the recovering eating disorder girls and... INTERESTING. INTERESTING STUFF. You just couldn't get this shit on America's Next Top Model. Not that he watched that either. ...Okay, when he'd talked about how much daytime TV sucked, way back when, he hadn't been lying. Because it was either this or soap operas, and he could only handle that Sammy chick for so long on Days of Our Lives until he felt like throwing punches ( ... )
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"So, have you sat on any tasers lately? Because I'm missing mine, and George swears he hasn't seen it. Which I sort of believe, because I already gave him a nice taser, so there's no need to knick mine. Also," she said, holding out the warm, covered plate, "I brought cookies."
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Following Steph into the room, Sam winced again in earnest. It was...kind of messy. Dean wasn't the cleanest guy in normal circumstances, but he seemed to currently be going some kind of mission to fuse his ass with the couch. There were empty drink bottles and dirty dishes scattered around, and Sam hadn't quite gotten to doing the dishes from, oh, three days ago. In short, it looked like two guys lived there (though, to be fair, Sam split his time between his room in Gryffindor and the hut).
"Hey, Dean," he said, giving his brother the raised-eyebrow look of a disapproving parent nudging his kid to say 'thank-you', "Steph brought us cookies."
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