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Sam Winchester (_bitch) wrote,

The look he directs back at his brother when he catches Dean glancing his way is somewhere between an apology of his own and an I’m fine and a thank you and something closer to a frustrated why can’t you just... that doesn’t have a clear ending because there’s so many thing he can’t say and won’t say that could fit there but can’t carry across clearly in their silent language, either.

Dad’s moved far enough away, and Sam slips away from the wall and drops onto his bed (it probably won’t be his much longer, not if Dad stays here tonight; he’ll get the pull-out and this will be Dean’s and Dean’s will be Dad’s), kicking his shoes off and trying not to look sullen or sulky or sore or exhausted or frustrated or anything but collected and calm when he’s everything but that right now.

>“Okay - Sam, you said you found something at the library? How do we kill Fugly?"

Ever the mediator, Dean’s changing the subject, and Sam sighs a little, shrugs one shoulder (the one that isn’t aching) slightly. “You can’t kill them, but you can banish them. There’s this whole big prayer ritual thing, has to be done by a ‘righteous man’ or something,” he grabs for one of the books and flips through the pages to find the right one.