Nothing on the screen really matched with the words, so it was safe to assume it was something a bit more personal.
Likely the reason Sam’s obsessive tendencies were rearing their ugly head.
“Easier said than done.” The younger Winchester replied with a half-hearted laugh.
A blink, green eyes movi g back to the screen as if to catch what Sam was muttering about.
It clearly wasn't meant for him, so he won't mention it.
"Right well, don't lose sleep over this, alright?"
Sam was quiet for a moment, gaze trailing back to the computer as he absently scrolled further down the page.
“… one step from cannibalism...” The words were muttered under his breath, clearly not meant for Dean to hear.
"Yeah...I know."
That's a fact he hates, to be honest.
A hand moves to rub his face before he sighs, head shaking.
"Maybe...that's just how it is, which fucking sucks. But it's not like /we'd/ be able to get that info."
“I know, I just…” he rubs his eyes, looking away from the screen momentarily.
“If there’s no way to get rid of them, then there’s no way of reliably keeping people from turning.”
Dean frowns slightly at that, his gaze shifting away to stare at the wall.
Learning that torching the bitches doesn't /actually/ get rid of them was...something.
...
"Yeah, doubt that's gonna be easy to find. If it was, we would have already known."
His hand moved from the bridge of his nose, dragging down his face to rest on his chin as he propped his elbow on the table next to his laptop.
“… the mountain.” He admitted.
“I just… I wanted to know if there was some way to get rid of them. For /good/, I mean.”
A blink.
"Yeah...fair enough. Sure makes our job a hell of a lot harder."
He laughs slightly as arms crkss over his chest.
"Why you so focused on this anyways?"
Another sigh passed his lips, a hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose as his eyes closed tightly for a moment.
“I dunno… hard to find actual resources when the only people who would know the truth, aren’t supposed to talk about them.”
Dean would have been concerned if Sam /hadn't/ notice him, not exactly safe.
Eyes quickly scan the page as the other scrolls, his head tilting slightly.
A moment of silence before he speaks.
"Tryin' to learn somethin' new?"
Sam notices him, of course. When you’re in this profession, you learn to be aware of your surroundings at all times.
However, he doesn’t acknowledge him, simply continuing to scroll the web page he was on.
It seemed to be a story on wendigo, his newest obsession as of late.
i still don’t feel like me. i still don’t feel like me. i still don’t feel like me. i still don’t feel like me. i still don’t feel like me. i still don’t feel like me. i still don’t feel like me. i still don’t feel like me.