#>(((((

the voice — that’s what sam recognizes first. and he does as they ask, turning slowly towards the familiarity. his eyes land on them and he does almost a half frown like he doesn’t know how to feel about their presence. he’d been separated from dean for a while now, trying to get clean of the demon blood. and yet, here they were, staring at each other in a roadside bar that was slowly deteriorating every day.

“is he okay?”

eric: boo hoo : /

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