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Dean Winchester (_jerk) wrote,

Dean's glance at Sam is equal parts you okay? and Sorry and you're a dick sometimes and also none of those things, and he pointedly doesn't rub at where John shoved him back, just rolls his shoulders slightly as if rebalancing himself, settling less awkwardly in his shoes.

“Right.” And the word is more of a sigh than an actual word, and Dean pinches at the brow of his nose like he's got a headache (which he has by this point, but that's moot; it's more born of frustration and weariness and just wanting tonight to be over already so John can go hunt something else and he and Sam can stop tearing chunks off each other... which is horrible, because he doesn't want Dad to go, not at all really, not when he's only just got here and there's debriefings and possibly a new hunt and maybe him getting to do something useful for once rather than just babysitting Sam; in an ideal world it would be the three of them, but compromises have to be made before things get bloody). Things are not back to okay, not by a long shot, and he gets the sense that they never really will be, but they're settled enough for everyone to bury their heads in the sand and carry on as if nothing's wrong.

“Okay” - he clears his throat - “Sam, you said you found something at the library?” He honestly doesn't remember whether Sam said that or not, but hey, focusing everyone back on the matter at hand can't hurt, can it? That seems to be when they're at their most functional, when there's something undeniably evil they can lash out as a united front rather than turning on each other, after all. Dad should be proud of him, taking charge like this. "How do we kill Fugly?"