Moving In
"SAM!" the deep throated yell startled Sam out of his reading. He was sorely tempted to ignore Dean's current crisis and finish his research, but the pounding of footsteps alerted him to the fact that he was allowed no respite.
"You yelled?" Sam asked calmly, peering at his brother over his book. He started to grin, noting the distressed and frankly, aghast look on his brothers face.
"Have you heard?!" Dean waved his arms upward, as if it was obvious. Sam tilted his head, paying attention for the first time that morning. The faint strains of Schubert's work wafted down from Rory's side of the bunker and he smirked.
"Is Schubert just too educated for you Dean?" he remarked. Dean looked taken aback and gave Sam his 'what the hell man?' look.
"Schubert? What is that? A sneeze?"
"Austrian composer." Kevin walked in, his mouth full of sandwich.
"A what?"
"Composer," Schubert got louder as Rory walked into the room. She held up her iphone and pressed the pause button. "Someone who writes music and in this case a European someone noted for having writing an impressive plethora of music in his short life." Dean didn't have an automatic retort to that and Sam just shared a smirk with Kevin.
"It's refreshing to have such class amongst us." he said, putting aside his book and addressing Rory.
"I'd hardly call a rudimentary knowledge of famous composers class Sam." Rory returned, though she smiled bashfully.
"I like you." Kevin commented. He swung his legs up on the table, chomping delightedly on his sandwich.
"I'm living with a group of ultra-dorks." Dean groaned slouching into a chair next to Sam.
"I'm not the one who voted for Star Trek IV last night." Rory returned.
"That is a classic."
"Well so is Schubert."