It's around now that Sam realizes this guy, Dean or not, genuinely is just trying to... Sam's not sure. But it's nothing Sam thought he'd be like. He pats himself down and is relieved to find a mildly crushed, mostly empty box of cigarettes in his back pocket.
"... Fine."
Maybe he might run for it, or something.
"Took these off you anyway. You sneak around a little more than John knows."
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Date: 2014-06-04 06:08 am (UTC)It's around now that Sam realizes this guy, Dean or not, genuinely is just trying to... Sam's not sure. But it's nothing Sam thought he'd be like. He pats himself down and is relieved to find a mildly crushed, mostly empty box of cigarettes in his back pocket.
"... Fine."
Maybe he might run for it, or something.
"Took these off you anyway. You sneak around a little more than John knows."
Not 'Dad'. Always John. Always. It's a rule.
"Why's this place look so old?"