alrighty lads, so that tuesday thing did not really workout. better not make any more promises. i tried to throw in some jokes, tell me what you think.
thnx
Sam slumped into the couch as Dean closed the front door with a thud and then proceededto check whether the lines of salt, that lined every window in their house, were still intact.
Sam watched his brother walk around the house repeating the things he always did when they got home. why? not because it would protect them from ghosts and etc. but because he had been told to do so. told by on eof the only 2 people dean would ever take ordders from. their father,John Winchester.
the Hunt had been a simple one , although both were now completely exhausted from digging up the grave. One whould think they would be used to it by nbow, but no. It is, after all, a very strenous physical activing, plus they had been counting on extra man power , at least this time around.
The Drive home had been quiet and uneventful, both brothers lost too deap in thought to now that Sam had thought through the happenings on the porch of the old Radley house, he wanted to talk about it. Espeacially now that he noticed that dean has been in some kind of shock since the Angelo's left.
"So, uhm, you wanna talk about what happened tonight?" Sam uttered, when he finally got up the nerve to do so.
Dean, standing at the open door of the fridge, replied with an 'uhuh' that really could have met anything.
"I'll take that as a 'Yes'."
Sam got up and walked over to clearly visible to Dean, he once again asked him what he though about what had happened earlier that evening. Still another dubious reply, He shrugged.
"Hey,if you don't want to talk about this then just say so."
This time Dean looked at him and said, almost mokingy;"I don't want to talk about this, Sam. let's just pretend it never happened."
Then he finally decided that he really wasn't hungry and closed the door, having already killed millions of penguins with his reckless use of electricity.
Once again he turned his gaze to Sam, then to his watch and back to Sam.
"Sammy, it's late. We really should forget that what was said and done of that porch ever happened. Neither of them wanted us to hear it. so let's just leave it and go to bed."
"Okay."
Dean nodded and walked away to his room. And although they had just agreed to it neither of them did in fact let it go-Both stayed awake , thinking to themselves. Eventually Sam did fall asleep. Dean,had no such luck.