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แด…แด‡แด€ษด แดกษชษดแด„สœแด‡แดคแด›แด‡ส€ ([personal profile] cholesterol) wrote in [community profile] villagememes 2020-11-21 11:48 pm (UTC)

Little does Sam know, Dean believes he can't get sick. Not unless the plot warrants it. Then again, maybe all bets are off here. He's not about to wait to find out, or freeze to death. Or, sneeze and catch something.

Finishing his scribbling, he hands it to Sam, keeper of all things written down here in cowboy ghost town part two.

He wonders what Sam is thinking, but doesn't ask. They have a task in front of them. That's what they should focus on. Sam wants to ask, he can. Dean will tell him what -- he'll decide to tell him. Mostly, that's what he keeps in mind as they go back out into the abandoned down, the chill creeping up the back of his neck. Sam's 27. He's 41. He's lived ten more years than Sam, if not more. Chuck's off the table. No Jack. Cas -- Cas.

A pang of pain hits, one he quickly buries under a shudder he masks with. It's the cold, Sam.

Before they can get to a house, Dean spies another building, one that's named.

"Sam," he says. "The Grey Gull." He hasn't eaten in hours. He can feel that, now, and knows he should. Knows they should find a place to hole up for the night. What better place than a bar.

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