habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

058. amazons

It's nighttime and Sam is driving the car to their next case. Larissa is curled up in the passenger seat and asleep, Sam's jacket over her acting as a blanket. Dean is in the backseat and also asleep, his head against the window.

Dean wakes up, letting out a small groan making Sam glance at him in the rearview mirror.

"Morning." Sam says.

"Hey." Dean mutters. He takes a flask out, unscrewing the cap, and drinking from it.

"Is that Bobby's?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, mine sprung a leak." Dean says.

"You know, most people would just carry a-a photo or something for a memento." Sam says.

"Shut up, man. I'm-I'm-- I'm honoring the guy, all right? This is, uh, grief therapy, kind of like you and your wild goose chase." Dean says.

"Wild goose chase?"

"Yeah."

"Four guys murdered in two weeks, hands and feet cut off.

"Yeah, well, some guy with a foot fetish run amuck."

"Grown men thrown so hard they went through walls. Did you-- did you even read the article?" Sam tosses a newspaper back at Dean.

"No, I was napping." Dean says. "And in the backseat."

"Okay, dude, she's my girlfriend. She gets front seat."

"I just find that unfair."

"What, are you jealous she gets to sit in the front?" Sam chuckles.

"No. It's just unfair." Dean mumbles, a frown on his face. "Tomorrow, I'm driving. She sits back here."

"Whatever, Dean." Sam rolls his eyes. "Anyway, what else you got going on? Dick Roman's a dead end for now, you might as well--"

"Stay busy."

"Exactly."

"Yeah."

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Sam pulls up to the hospital, getting in a parking spot. The brothers get out of the car, both in their fed suits now.

"We're not waking her up?" Dean asks, pointing to where Larissa is still sleeping in the passenger seat.

"Why?" Sam asks.

"Uh... cause we're working." Dean says.

"Well, she can... she can sleep. I'm not gonna wake her up this late just to go into a morgue and see a dead body." Sam says.

"Wow. So she gets to sit in the front and sleep." Dean says.

"Dude, she doesn't like morgues or anything hospital related. I'm not forcing her to go in anything like one, especially with her already asleep. Let's just go." Sam says.

"Whipped!" Dean calls after him, receiving a middle finger from his brother.

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"You look like crap." Sam comments as Dean walks up to him and Larissa.

"Yeah, well, I feel worse than I look." Dean says. "I do recommend the Cobalt Room, by the way. Awesome night. Although I think I'm getting too old for this." The younger two quietly laugh.

"Whoa, wait, wait. You recommend the Cobalt Room for hookups or drinks?" Larissa asks.

"Drinks. Definitely drinks." Dean says, though they both know he meant the other option. "You two go, get some drinks, then hook up with each other." He grins. "Did you, uh, figure out that symbol?"