( closed ) what if i'm far from home?

[ofletters]

Who: Sam and Dean Winchester
Where: Around the mansion, starting in Dean's room
When: 1/24
Rating: Probably PG-13 for mild language?
Summary: Happy birthday, bro.
The Story:

[ Knock knock, Dean! Someone's outside the door on the afternoon of the 24th. ]

Hey, it's me. You there?

Comments

[mulletrock]

[So much for lying low. Dean's gotten used to the charade, Sam giving him the usual bottle of booze and slightly subdued hug. They've been at it for years, no matter whose birthday it was. It's nice to know someone's grateful you're alive.

The soft fluid tones of Def Leppard are playing on the turntable behind him when he opens the door.]

Yeah, come on in.

[ofletters]

[ Ah, please. Sam's not going to let his brother's birthday pass, even if they aren't at home.

As such, he heads in when beckoned, stepping inside and sticking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. ]

Hey. [ beat ] You busy?

[mulletrock]

[This just got way more uncomfortable than it had to be. Did he look busy? Not so much. His room looks like Sam'd expect it to, no personal touches, and just the right amount of mess for Dean to consider it comfortable.

His weapons are in all the familiar spots, and so is some good old-fashioned work with spray paint and duct tape just to keep things tight. There's the usual devil's trap in front of the door and a couple of scattered sigils on the wall.]

You know I'm not.

[ofletters]

Great. [ Yeah, no, he knows Dean's not doing anything. Sam doesn't enter the room, really, hovering just beyond the threshold. ] C'mon.

[ With that, he turns again and starts off back toward his own room. ]

[mulletrock]

[Yeah, not exactly subtle. Dean raises an eyebrow, in the past one word introductions either lead to some seriously messed up situations or strippers and since Sam's never been into strippers he already knows he won't have the backbone of the American business industry to look forward to.]

I swear to god if this is another one of those times you trick me into doing leg work your ass is grass.

[ofletters]

Yeah, yeah. [ He does crack a smile, though he doesn't explain.

Dean's room isn't far from his own, and so Sam stops in front of the door, glancing back. ]

Ready?

[ With all the fanfare, it's possible he's making Dean nervous... ]