immundus spiritus

Then you did a terrible job. And woke me up.

{Dean swats the pillow, sending it across the room toward the window, and flops back down. He glances toward Sam, then back toward the ceiling, crossing his arms behind his head as a makeshift pillow.}

Eh, y’know. The usual. Find anything when you were out?

I know - that was sorta obvious by you throwing a pillow at me.

{Sam offers him a weak smile, running hands through his hair before he kicks off his shoes, pulling at his tie and just, dropping it haphazardly beside him and glancing at Dean. He looks more comfortable than Sam feels. He hates playing FBI.}

Well, could be worse. Well, I heard all of the stuff we've already heard. So. nothing new, unfortunately.

{He winces when Dean gives him a look, raising his hands and speaking quietly. It’s sort of pointless, sense he’s awake now, but it seems like the right thing to do.} Sorry.

{Dean groans in annoyance, chunking a small pillow in Sam’s direction.}

I did a good job till I stubbed my toe.

{He fumbles but manages to catch the pillow, giving him a sheepish look as he tosses it back, sitting down on the edge of a motel bed.}

Wow I sound insane.

I feel you so much.

I’m Sam. Sorry if blogging is scattered.

I’m a bit, uh, busy.

I'm Sam. Sorry if blogging is scattered.

I'm a bit, uh, busy.

Dank though Vi.