( Nobody can blame Dean Winchester for not hearing Malcom flip through a book. Page flipping is a quiet, lonely activity, especially when doing it in a haunted bookstore that should hire a freakin' maid.
Dean doesn't turn.
Malcom sounds more questioning than warning. After a second, Dean confirms there isn't a click. There should be a click. )
What does it look like.
( He sighs, sitting back, eyeing Malcolm. His stick is still close, within grabbing and gutting distance should he need it. )
Your safe's a lost cause.
( He should've known that from the claw marks, but, Dean is stubborn. )
no subject
Dean doesn't turn.
Malcom sounds more questioning than warning. After a second, Dean confirms there isn't a click. There should be a click. )
What does it look like.
( He sighs, sitting back, eyeing Malcolm. His stick is still close, within grabbing and gutting distance should he need it. )
Your safe's a lost cause.
( He should've known that from the claw marks, but, Dean is stubborn. )