Where the Mind Ends and the Soul Begins...

Feb 03, 2010 16:31

Out of all the choices Dean has ever made in his life, this was becoming the one he was starting to regret the most. He would never regret saying "Yes" because he saved the world. He saved his brother. He did everything that was asked of him by every father he had - physical and metaphysical. You'd think that after doing that, there would be a ( Read more... )

[style] bravo!dean, [verse] in the dollhouse

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imnot_likeyou February 4 2010, 03:40:22 UTC
Sam was playing cards with Ballard.

It wasn't a friendly game. It was mostly something to keep themselves occupied while they were doing tech things, but they weren't being nice about it. They were both regarding each other as coolly as possible as they moved through the motions of the game.

"So that's you brother, huh?"

"That's him," he sighed. "What do you care?"

"Well, it's just that you're a handler. He's a doll." Ballard looked up at him expectantly. "Just surprised you let him join this life."

Sam glared at him for a moment, before playing the cards he needed to play. "You know nothing about me and my brother, Ballard. And I really don't like it when FBI agents try and ask me about him, so why don't you quit while you're ahead."

Ballard fell quiet again, shaking his head a bit before playing his cards. "Your turn."

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notsamskeeper February 4 2010, 04:04:50 UTC
Dean made his way into the room silently behind Ballard, looking over his shoulder at his hand. "Guy's got a full house, aces over threes," he reported with a smirk towards his brother.

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imnot_likeyou February 4 2010, 04:07:36 UTC
Sam smirked back. "I fold."

Ballard glared. "I'm going to go check on Echo," he said as he got up, making his way towards the open area of the room. Sam just shook his head as he watched him go, leaning back in his seat a bit.

"Thanks. I needed someone to save me from that pretentious dick."

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notsamskeeper February 4 2010, 04:09:43 UTC
Dean turned Ballard's chair around and sat in it, resting his arms on the back while reaching for the cards to shuffle them. "No problem. He's the FBI guy, right? The one who isn't allowed to be Echo's handler hence your job security?"

The cards shuffled, he dealt out a hand to his brother, a much friendlier game to play while talking.

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