Dean had a sneaking suspicion that Sam was waiting in the other room to talk to him. So he was taking as long as humanly possible, without it seeming entirely too suspicious. He doesn't really want to talk about things. He'd rather just put the whole experience away and pretend it never happened. Because it was pretty damn good and it wasn't something he could ever really have. So better to just forget about it, right?
Even so, he had to come out of the shower eventually. But he doesn't look at Sam when he does. One hand rubs absently through damp hair as he wanders over to his things to get dressed.
Sam has the TV on but isn't really watching it. News. None of it was sinking in.
As soon as the door opens, he looks up and blinks. "Hey," he says, sitting forward a bit. His eyes rake over Dean's body and why couldn't he have taken some clothes into the bathroom? They didn't really talk about that one night. Just like they didn't talk about a lot of things.
Because talking is for Chicks. If you ask Dean, anyway.
His eyes flicker over to Sam and he smirks slightly, barely more than a quirk at the corner of his mouth, when he notices that Sam is looking. "What's up?"
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Even so, he had to come out of the shower eventually. But he doesn't look at Sam when he does. One hand rubs absently through damp hair as he wanders over to his things to get dressed.
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As soon as the door opens, he looks up and blinks. "Hey," he says, sitting forward a bit. His eyes rake over Dean's body and why couldn't he have taken some clothes into the bathroom? They didn't really talk about that one night. Just like they didn't talk about a lot of things.
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His eyes flicker over to Sam and he smirks slightly, barely more than a quirk at the corner of his mouth, when he notices that Sam is looking. "What's up?"
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He shakes himself, managing a bit of a smile of his own. "Just wanted to make sure you hadn't fallen asleep in there or anything. Bloodloss and all."
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