#sept18mbr

the kids are in town for a funeral / so pack the car and dry your eyes

she finishes the drink in one shot ,    gestures to the bartender for more liquid courage before figure spins in the bar stool ,    hand outreaches for his leather - clad shoulder .                “    winchester    ( . . . )    it’s been a while .    ”

the smile that pulls on her face is more amused than anything else at dean's words ; if she can get under either winchester brothers skin right now , she's choosing to take it as a win for her . " what's wrong , dean ? i thought i've been pretty nice to you and sam lately . considering . " she says , offering a single shoulder shrug as if it makes anything better .

[ ... ] ❛ ❛  how's this ... i’ll either tell the COMPLETE truth, or elect to pass. i won't lie to you.  ❜ ❜

     " you're  not  dyslexic,  dean "  an  absent  answer ,  not  even  looking  up .  you've  been  buried  in  research  for  HOURS ,  the  crappy  second  hand  laptop  has  been  protesting  for  just  as  long .  the  good  one    the  one  dean  got  you  at  stanford  only  for  you  to  pretend  you  don't  know  to  protect  the  ' no  girly  talk '  rule    had  gotten  damaged  during  a  hunt  a  few  weeks  back . 

      irreparably . 

      this  one  does  the  job  for  now ,  until  you  have  enough  money  put  aside  to  waste .  it  was  no  mac .  so  between  the  way  it  overheats  and  the  general  frustration  of  using  it  AT  ALL ,  you've  threatened  to  fling  it  against  the  wall  a  handful  of  times .  it's  barely  been  a  month .

      what  you  need  is  peace ,  some  focus ,  a  mediation  podcast  to  get  you  through  this .

     what  you  have  is  a  dean .

      the  annoyance  taking  the  shape  of  an  OLDER  BROTHER  has  attempted  a  new  distraction  every  hour ,  though  not  exactly  on  the  hour .  his  time  keeping  wasn't  that  good .  maybe  he  had  an  attention  deficit .  " ...  i  think .  you  read  FINE . "  john ,  of  course ,  never  would  have  gotten  dean  tested  so  there's  no  way  to  know  for  certain .

      you  don't  dispute  the  john  trying  to  kill  him  part .  there's  no  point ,  your  childhoods  were  one  extended  experiment  on  how  to  get  two  kids  killed .  even  if  not  intentional  or  direct .   " aren't  you  running  out  of  beer  by  now ?  shouldn't  you  go  to  a  bar .  or  a  shop .  you  could  be  kind  and  get  me  a  coffee ! "

ferris wheel turned lazy and slow against the vanishing blue sky above, sweet and shrill laughter flowing through the busy fair. angel and hunter stood near the main path ; dean with a large popcorn tub in hand, stuffing his face like he hasn't eaten in days - like they weren't here on a potential case. which, well, they were. five people had gone missing in the last month, each said to have vanished without a trace after visiting this exact funfair. sam was already off somewhere talking to the staff members. castiel being in his usual angel-on-misson mode ; scanning the area not for fun, but for danger. the two walked along the midway, slowly, searching ─ and that's when dean spotted it. pointed finger flung out as he gestures rapidly to the massive, towering roller coaster. painted jet-black. very intimidating !