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[x5_alec]

Alec leaned on the door to Dean's room, knocking slowly. Not that he had any reason to be there, much less knocking instead of picking the lock, but sometimes he just felt like being spontaneous. Different.

Or maybe he was just really really bored. "Dean! You in there, man?"

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[saltandammo]

Dean had been reading, doing research for his Prophecy homework and looked up surprised.

He got up and went to the door, opening it. "Hey," he said. "You knocked."

[x5_alec]

"I'm all about variety," Alec said, slipping by Dean to sit on his bed, grinning.

[saltandammo]

"I thought you might have forgotten how to pick the lock," Dean teased, shutting the door and flopping down on the bed beside Alec. "Hi," he said.

[x5_alec]

"Hi." Alec rolled over on his side, looking at Dean solemnly. "So how was your weekend?"

[saltandammo]

"Nah." Dean shook his head. "Missouri isn't the type to tattle. We don't have to worry about her."

[x5_alec]

Alec nodded, looking away, and pillowed his head on his crossed arms, mind somewhere else.

[saltandammo]

Dean nudged him. "What are you thinking?" he asked, reaching out and running a light hand down Alec's back.

[x5_alec]

"Nothing." He didn't really want to talk about it, but the conversation with Missouri had left him with a bad taste in his mouth, bitter and tired. Alec closed his eyes, waiting for Dean to poke at it, because that's what he did every time Alec didn't want to share his feelings.