Dean answers mechanically whenever responses are required, so Sam doesn't make an effort for deep conversation. He shares what he and Bobby learned -how he'd known about Cas because c'mon, Dean, Bobby had Cas's number saved on his phone- and how he'd known what to do. Coming across them- that had been pure luck. The waitress was a Leviathan Sam had been tracking, and it had caught wind of Dean and Cas's approach. It was a good thing Sam had stayed in town.
When Dean orders only one room, Sam arches a brow; where is Cas supposed to sleep? Apparently Castiel has it handled though, and Sam wonders if he should give up his bed for Cas and sleep on the floor instead.
Or maybe he should get his own room. He'd- well. He'd grown used to being on his own, and he and Dean were still...strained. A few weeks apart, no calls between them and Sam had wondered more than once if Dean had drunk himself into a stupor or gotten himself killed. No- no, he'd have known if Dean was dead, but it had still been just a little nerve-wracking.
"Actually, could we get a second room? Thanks." Sam accepts the key from the desk clerk and turns to Dean and Cas. "I'd rather sleep alone, if...y'know, if it's okay with you two." Sam has a feeling it will be. Dean and Cas, they'd always been intense around each other, but this is getting ridiculous. Sam has never felt like the third wheel where Dean was concerned but damn if he doesn't feel that way now, especially with Castiel still holding onto that trenchcoat Dean had absolutely refused up and down to put away.
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When Dean orders only one room, Sam arches a brow; where is Cas supposed to sleep? Apparently Castiel has it handled though, and Sam wonders if he should give up his bed for Cas and sleep on the floor instead.
Or maybe he should get his own room. He'd- well. He'd grown used to being on his own, and he and Dean were still...strained. A few weeks apart, no calls between them and Sam had wondered more than once if Dean had drunk himself into a stupor or gotten himself killed. No- no, he'd have known if Dean was dead, but it had still been just a little nerve-wracking.
"Actually, could we get a second room? Thanks." Sam accepts the key from the desk clerk and turns to Dean and Cas. "I'd rather sleep alone, if...y'know, if it's okay with you two." Sam has a feeling it will be. Dean and Cas, they'd always been intense around each other, but this is getting ridiculous. Sam has never felt like the third wheel where Dean was concerned but damn if he doesn't feel that way now, especially with Castiel still holding onto that trenchcoat Dean had absolutely refused up and down to put away.