Hotel room - Open to Dean [betternhellsing]

[so_not_harker]

There were books all over one of the beds, open to various folklore. Most of them were open to the creature they were following for their latest job, though one or two were open to werewolves. Sam still felt guilty about Madison

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[betternhellsing]

Fortunately for Sam's sanity, Dean isn't gone very much longer. The rumbling of the Impala outside can be heard and moments after it stops, Dean comes trudging in, cheerful as he always is. He may even be whistling a little.

"Heeeey, Sammy," he greets, going to flop down on the empty bed, pulling his gun out of his coat for a cleaning.

[so_not_harker]

The tension leaves Sam's shoulders the moment he hears that distinctive engine note, though only for a moment. He waits until Dean's inside and he can see that nobody is following him before relaxing enough to roll his eyes.

He doesn't even grouse about the nickname these days. "Have fun?" he asks instead, pulling the curtains totally shut and starting to clean up the debris of research.

[betternhellsing]

"Define fun?" Dean is, perhaps, a touch amused by his own answer, because he smirks to himself and even laughs a little. "No, no. It was cool. Didn't find anything, but at least nothing was after my ass."

[so_not_harker]

"That's good news." Each of the books was flipped shut, post-its keeping the spots where he'd been reading. "Nothing being after your ass, I mean. And maybe the not finding anything, either."