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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 19:58:06 GMT -5
Waiting sucks. Dean tapped his fingers on the dashboard in a rhythm that he liked to think was ACDC's "Back in Black," but it wasn't really coming out right. It was too hot out to keep the car running will he waited for Sam to get his slow ass back with the keys to their motel room, so he couldn't listen to his music. Sweat ran down from over-worked pores on his forehead and neck because it was so damn hot in miami. He couldn't understand why they didn't take the potential job in Jersey. At least he'd be spared this hell on earth. Even with the windows rolled down, all he could feel was more warm air to add to the stuffiness. "This sucks out loud," he muttered, "they better have a friggin' air conditioner..."
Two obits, causes of death, unknown but similar. That was what this was worth, two dead people lying in a morgue somewhere and four others in the same kind of coma that the two hadn't woken up from. This was why Sam had insisted they check it out and not what could easily have been a simple salt-and-burn up North. Nothing blows worse than this.
"Should've left his ass at Stanford," Dean went on to himself, dismally contemplating potential homicide induced by the heat.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 20:06:41 GMT -5
Sam taped on the counter as the manager checked his credits and whatever stupid things he insisted on checking. He looked at his watched and sighed, paceing in the moderately cool room.
“Come on hurry up” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Knowing dean if it took long he’d be in here kicking his ass for making him wait this long. He was tempted to go back and suggest another hotel when the guy came back with a key and handed it over, eyeing him with old suspicious eyes.
“I’m watching you” he said, his voice gravelly.
Blinking he took the key, stuck one hand in his jeans pocket and walked out, hurrying to the car.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 20:12:59 GMT -5
By this time, Dean had laid down across the front seat bench with his sunglasses on toe shield him from the light of day. His hands moved like mallets beating against the air in some made up beat that wanted to be "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor. It sounded good in his head, so that was all that mattered. In his distraction, he didn't notice Sam approaching the Impala at first. Once he did, however, he jumped up.
"Took you long enough," he snapped, wrenching the car door open angrily. Normally he wouldn't take it out on his car, but he was just that grumpy right now. "I was starting to turn lobster out here."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 20:16:53 GMT -5
“Yeah well the guy had to do a credit report and his computer is a dinosaur and he had to find his glasses…. Well come on before you hurt me or something” he said tossing him a key with the number 13 on it. And unlucky number but he didn’t want to ask for another room number incase the man decided to pull out a bat or something.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 20:22:57 GMT -5
With an incoherent grumble, he snatched the key from the air and glanced at the number. Dean wasn't superstitious, so 13 didn't scare him. The only thing that bothered him was that 13 was way the hell at the other end of the place. It did no good to blame it on Sam, but he did it anyway. There always must be someone to blame.
"Don't tempt me," he said to the suggestion that Dean was going to hurt him. "I call dibs on the shower."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 20:27:06 GMT -5
“No way, you got it last time. It’s my turn. You made me go in there I should get It.” he said getting his things and heading to the hotel room. “Next time YOU deal with the manager and you can get the shower.”
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 20:30:46 GMT -5
The words barely entered his ears before he looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Really Sam? Cause I sat in the hot car for about an hour and a half sweating like a cooked onion. So..." He paused a moment before taking off at a run to their respective room. "It's whoever gets there first," he called over his shoulder.
Sam had the advantage of having long legs and would usually win, but in this case, Dean relied on all the things that he had to carry to weigh him down. Besides, if all else failed, he'd trip him.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 20:34:30 GMT -5
"HEY!" he started running after him. As fate had it dean didn’t have to trip him. He tripped on his own, over a tricycle. Sam landed hard with a thud and lay there, barely noticing the hot pavement.
"Ugh.." he muttered, picking himself up and grimacing. "That’ll bruise."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 20:40:52 GMT -5
Running made the air rush past him enough to cool him down a bit, which was nice. He made it to the door quickly enough and quite proud of himself, and inserted the key without looking back. Once the door was unlocked and he was inside, he thought to see if Sam was still following him. Seeing that Sam had met the asphalt, he felt a twinge of guilt. Glancing into the room for a moment towards the door he knew had to be the bathroom, he sighed.
"Hey Sam, you alright?" he asked on his way back to where Sam had fallen. He offered to help him up. "You clumsy Sasquatch."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 20:45:14 GMT -5
"Yeah." he said kicking the mini bike out of the way. "Didn’t even see it coming." he grumbled, picking his stuff up. A ball smacked him in the head.
"Leave my bike alone you freak!" a small voice said behind him. A little girl, dress, pigtails and all glared up at him from behind pink heart sunglasses
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 20:51:20 GMT -5
Dean didn't have to try very hard to find the humor of this situation. Glancing from Sam to the girl back to Sam, he was officially choking back laughter. "Yeah, you bully," he teased his little brother. He picked up the bike and set it upright. "Sorry about that," he told the girl. "He's about as graceful as a sack of potatoes."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 20:53:26 GMT -5
"not a word"he said pushing his brother."sorry.."he said and hurrying to the room before the girl could do something else.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 20:56:12 GMT -5
Dean snickered and waved goodbye to her before following Sam. So there was something worthwhile today, that's good. Then he remembered the shower. Running once more, he cursed at Sam's back. "You bitch!"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 20:59:15 GMT -5
"what jerk?"he asked tossing his things onhis bed and crossing his arms
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 21:05:13 GMT -5
"I called the shower, so back off Mr 'I can't play nice.'" Yeah, he went there. He didn't think he would choose to let Sam live down this little tricycle incident. EVER.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 21:06:34 GMT -5
he twiched."i wasnt planning to...now though..."he suddenly took off and ran towards the shower
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 21:26:51 GMT -5
Dean lunged at him and caught him at the door. Wrapping strong arms around Sam's tall, thin form, he dragged the younger man down to the floor to try to get him back. "No you don't," he snapped heatedly, "You little punk."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 21:28:13 GMT -5
he grunted and tryed shoving him off before rolling over so he was laying on him. "let go you freakin gorella"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 8, 2009 21:30:27 GMT -5
With a breathless groan, Dean wiggled and maneuvered to try and get out from under him to get the upper hand. "I will if I get the shower."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 8, 2009 21:33:30 GMT -5
he just pressed his full weight down, becomeing nothing but a mass of deadweight."no can do shortstuff"he said, prying deans hands off. he smirked and crossed his arms, oddly enjoying thes. its time for big brother to have a taste of his own medicen.
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