Cracking open his eyes took more effort than Sam would've liked. It was a second or two before he pieced together where he was. Bed, room with everything tipped upside down. Not the woods. Right.
He pushed himself upright, forgetting the cut on his hand. He winced. Sunlight streamed through a crack in the curtains.
Nothing must've happened at night, otherwise Dean would've alerted him. He didn't know what made him so certain of that fact. Going by logic, he shouldn't be trusting Dean this much. His brother was a demon and though he might not be a full-on demon, there was a hell of a lot that could go wrong, accidentally or otherwise
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“Good,” Dean said and this time it wasn’t too much of a lie. He was doing better, even if parts of him still thought it was a damn shame home had gone up in flames. His head felt clearer then it had in a long time - he wasn’t sure exactly how long he’d been on that table - and it was easier then yesterday to walk.
So yeah, things were kinda good, relatively speaking.
He came the rest of the way into the room, the proto-demon walking with barely any wobbling. Hours of practice meant while he might still suck at running, walking wasn’t going to be a problem anymore and he was almost pleased, even if his corpse’s face couldn’t show it. Sam, on the other hand, looked beat to all hell. At least, Dean thought he looked tired. It wasn’t like he had the best read on humans these days. But if he’d been tired dragging his own corpse up and down that goddamn forest, then Sam had to be beat when he had to drag the both of ‘em all the way here. Wracking the less fuzzy patches in his memory, Dean suddenly had an ah-ha moment when it dawned on
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He pushed himself upright, forgetting the cut on his hand. He winced. Sunlight streamed through a crack in the curtains.
Nothing must've happened at night, otherwise Dean would've alerted him. He didn't know what made him so certain of that fact. Going by logic, he shouldn't be trusting Dean this much. His brother was a demon and though he might not be a full-on demon, there was a hell of a lot that could go wrong, accidentally or otherwise ( ... )
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So yeah, things were kinda good, relatively speaking.
He came the rest of the way into the room, the proto-demon walking with barely any wobbling. Hours of practice meant while he might still suck at running, walking wasn’t going to be a problem anymore and he was almost pleased, even if his corpse’s face couldn’t show it. Sam, on the other hand, looked beat to all hell. At least, Dean thought he looked tired. It wasn’t like he had the best read on humans these days. But if he’d been tired dragging his own corpse up and down that goddamn forest, then Sam had to be beat when he had to drag the both of ‘em all the way here. Wracking the less fuzzy patches in his memory, Dean suddenly had an ah-ha moment when it dawned on ( ... )
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