He sidesteps Dean and pulls a cigarette gracelessly from his pack. It only started a year ago - him wanting to do what seemed rebellious, maybe, he's not sure - but now it's becoming a pack a day issue. Turns out, he's a stressful kid.
"You just ask the right people in the right neighborhoods. S'not rocket science." He doesn't much have a mouth filter around Dean - John is a given, but Dean had always just preferred to tell him to shut it, or to ignore him mostly.
He sees the open road, and his fingers twitch. He could run. Say this guy is Dean - so what? What does Sam care? He's tired of trying to win Dean's affections. He was done trying years ago. He keeps a distance from Dean and starts patting for a lighter, glancing at his brother. "Can I use your lighter?"
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Date: 2014-06-04 04:52 pm (UTC)"You just ask the right people in the right neighborhoods. S'not rocket science." He doesn't much have a mouth filter around Dean - John is a given, but Dean had always just preferred to tell him to shut it, or to ignore him mostly.
He sees the open road, and his fingers twitch. He could run. Say this guy is Dean - so what? What does Sam care? He's tired of trying to win Dean's affections. He was done trying years ago. He keeps a distance from Dean and starts patting for a lighter, glancing at his brother. "Can I use your lighter?"