MePersonally
To stay alive you've got to kill your mind.
Stanford, CA
Since his father had been gone, Dean was on edge. He didn’t know exactly what made him feel that way, but it must have been something about his Dad disappearing. John Winchester had never been gone without a trace, not for this long at least. Something must have happened; Dean could feel it in his guts. Nervously, Deans fingers latched onto the steering wheel of his father’s car, as he watched the street life calm down.
The sun had set and it was getting dark, so he prepared himself for action. Carefully making sure he wasn’t being watched, Dean opened the car door and got out. The tools in his pocket made a quiet noise, as he walked around the building, looking for a way in.
Dean had opened the window gently, before entering the apartment. He had seen Sammy enter it a few hours before, so his brother had to be in there, right? Quietly, he sneaked through the darkness, squinting to see anything. Still, that goddamned chair was in his way, so he stumbled and fell, barely able to stay on his feet. But he managed to stay upright, grabbing onto the wall and cursing quietly. That much about 'smooth like a ninja', he thought, as he heard steps already. Well, he'd have woken Sammy anyway. The dark figure of his brother appeared in front of him, Sam's movements tired and clumsy. And... Had he grown a few inches? He hadn't seen him for a while, so maybe...
That thought was abruptly swept away, as a punch headed his way. Dean ducked and caught the punch, countering instantly. Sam was going hard on him, but Dean knew how to dodge his brother’s hits. They were rolling on the floor, exhausted for a moment, until Sam seemed to recognize his brother and let go off him. Dean smirked.
"Hey, little brother", he greeted Sam.
jude
Since his father had been gone, Dean was on edge. He didn’t know exactly what made him feel that way, but it must have been something about his Dad disappearing. John Winchester had never been gone without a trace, not for this long at least. Something must have happened; Dean could feel it in his guts. Nervously, Deans fingers latched onto the steering wheel of his father’s car, as he watched the street life calm down.
The sun had set and it was getting dark, so he prepared himself for action. Carefully making sure he wasn’t being watched, Dean opened the car door and got out. The tools in his pocket made a quiet noise, as he walked around the building, looking for a way in.
Dean had opened the window gently, before entering the apartment. He had seen Sammy enter it a few hours before, so his brother had to be in there, right? Quietly, he sneaked through the darkness, squinting to see anything. Still, that goddamned chair was in his way, so he stumbled and fell, barely able to stay on his feet. But he managed to stay upright, grabbing onto the wall and cursing quietly. That much about 'smooth like a ninja', he thought, as he heard steps already. Well, he'd have woken Sammy anyway. The dark figure of his brother appeared in front of him, Sam's movements tired and clumsy. And... Had he grown a few inches? He hadn't seen him for a while, so maybe...
That thought was abruptly swept away, as a punch headed his way. Dean ducked and caught the punch, countering instantly. Sam was going hard on him, but Dean knew how to dodge his brother’s hits. They were rolling on the floor, exhausted for a moment, until Sam seemed to recognize his brother and let go off him. Dean smirked.
"Hey, little brother", he greeted Sam.
jude
