Sam was in deep with research on the upcoming trial. Background checks, preliminary findings from the in-house, and his own internet searches were proving tiresome. Chinese from that afternoon was heated to become Chinese for that night.
Closing the microwave door, he pushed the start button and sunk into the counter, allowing himself this one break. Dean was probably on his way. He wondered if this meant he was going to get his ass kicked. He'd put up a fight of course but the brothers had never actually come to blows before. This would be the first.
On the other hand, there could've been civilized conversation. History proved otherwise but Sam could hope.
The buzzer brought him out of his thoughts. Sam's blood ran cold as he glanced towards the fire escape. Right, because that would help. Retreating. Running away. And dropping down into a back alley. He just had to get this over with. The microwave beeped. He removed the container and went over to the intercom, pushing the 'talk' button.
Mary paused long enough to push her sunglasses up onto the top of her head before responding. Calmly, carefully, trying not to give too much away one way or another. At the moment, the only thing she definitely knew was that yes, that was her son. And she was very much looking forward to see him.
Sam surprised himself when he didn't hesitate in buzzing his mother in. Despite all the crap between his family and him, this was his mother. He was going to let her in. After a second, he unlocked the door leaving it ajar before returning to the kitchen. He needed to dump out the Chinese food onto a plate. After filling one, he thought for a second before grabbing a second plate and dumping some on that one.
Mary quietly made her way inside, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself from the other tenants in the building. She just made her way up and slipped in the open door, closing it behind her. She was quiet at first, just looking around, before she spoke up.
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Closing the microwave door, he pushed the start button and sunk into the counter, allowing himself this one break. Dean was probably on his way. He wondered if this meant he was going to get his ass kicked. He'd put up a fight of course but the brothers had never actually come to blows before. This would be the first.
On the other hand, there could've been civilized conversation. History proved otherwise but Sam could hope.
The buzzer brought him out of his thoughts. Sam's blood ran cold as he glanced towards the fire escape. Right, because that would help. Retreating. Running away. And dropping down into a back alley. He just had to get this over with. The microwave beeped. He removed the container and went over to the intercom, pushing the 'talk' button.
"Yeah?"
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"Let me in, Sam."
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"This place is a dump, Sam."
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