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Nov 17, 2011 21:57



Sam was out on a hunt, so he was stuck in the motel room. Alone. Again.

It had taken a little time, but he was used to the situation now. The tablet Sam had brought so he could communicate easier from this plane lay on the table, Dean didn't need it right now, and there was only so much of the games he could take until he got restless.

Currently, he was wondering around trying to find something to do to keep him occupied. He passed through the bed without really thinking about it, when he noticed Sam's duffel of clothes on the bed, hanging open. He leaned over to look in, and the corner of a sheet of paper poking out of the side. He concentrated on the paper, and picked it up, a feat which was easier each time he did it.

He put the paper on the bed, and dug through the rest of Sam's bag, pulling out a list of contacts and a book with a few of the pages marked.

"...What are you up to, Sammy?" He started on the list. As he read down it, he realised that most of them were psychics. He gave a small sigh of irritation, but that alone seemed innocent enough. However, the first sheet he had pulled out was notes and ingredients. Which left... the book.He flipped it open, and raised an eyebrow at the title. "...That's some pretty heavy stuff there Sam. I'll say it again: What are y-"

He broke off as he flipped to the first marked page. then the next. The main one that caught his eye was the ritual to release spirits and souls.

No. He wouldn't. Shit, who was he kidding? Sam probably would.If he thought that Dean wanted it, or shit. What if he just...

Was Sam fed up?

Whatever. He couldn't let him risk it, it was too dangerous. The only trouble was, the longer he waited for Sam, the more he thought about it, the more pissed off he got. By the time Sam opened the door, Dean was seething. When Sam opened the door, he was greeted by the lamp slowly and purposefully sliding along the sideboard until it fell off the end, hitting the floor, lightbulb smashing as the lamp hit the floor and the lampshade crumpled. He's making it known he is very not happy.

closed, au verse: astral, !rp, [character] dean winchester, [character] sam winchester

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