a small 'ah' as he sits, forearms overlapping each other as they're sat ontop of his knees.
not a singular peep from the winchester, occassionally glancing to her & to the houses infront of them on the other side.
maybe he could wait for a little while. it wouldn't hurt their hunt. with deciding that, he slowly makes his way over. he stops beside her, leaning forward to try & read her face.
it's obscured by hair, so he looks away before down to seat himself next to her.
to spill things he wouldn't mean.
sam remains quiet for nearly fifteen minutes. he opens his mouth, โ You.. really didn't need to stay by me. โ
but why would he ever admit to needing it? well he would probably later on, but that isn't the point.
the thoughts were rampant. non-stop. so much to vent out, but he keeps it bottled, like always. yet this was also for the sake of not dumping it onto a stranger. it was his business alone; nobody else's.
he side-eyes him when he speaks up. huffing & puffing *
like a child ready to throw a tantrum. but he wasn't going to do that. it'd be pointless to.
he lets the back of his head thump against the tree, grimacing at the small pain that came with it.
he did need the company that wasn't dean's. it would make him less likely *
onto the floor. he groans in pain, hands immediately reaching for his head.
โ Cas! โ sam exclaims in pain & some irritation. โ How many times have we said to stop doing that?! โ
sam falls onto it like a corpse being set down, leaning back into the piece of furniture. he closes his eyes for a moment, almost letting sleep wash over him until he feels something placed atop of him.
when he stirs awake, sam yelps & falls backwards, right *
taking this as seriously as you should! โ sam lectures him, his head in his direction.
he shakes his shoulders while looking back to his laptop, his free hand coming up to hold his forehead.
โ I'll loosen up when it's time. Right now isn't that time. โ
as sam was in the middle of looking between forums & old research articles, he's nudged nearly off his chair. although his lips pull into a frown, it kept faltering into a near smile. he fixes himself before getting back to work, muttering a 'cut it' to his *
@thefallendrive ( sender nudges receiver playfully with their shoulder. )
Dean nudged his shoulder against Sam's again, this time with a little more force, clearly trying to get a reaction out of him. The grin on his face widened when he looked over at his brother.
He was in a good โ
brother.
he rolls his eyes at his poor excuse, chuckling just a little. it doesn't work another time, irritation immediately replacing his features. he shoves his shoulder towards dean this time, something far from a nudge.
โ Dean, come on! You aren't *