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When; Immediately after Anna's return or within hours of it.
Rating; R? For language
Characters; Sam Winchester

srsbisnessk and Dean Winchester

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Summary; Sam and Dean are hiding out from Anna
Log;

Dean pulls the Impala up behind the building Sam is in and dials the kid's number. He sits and waits for him to come out, engine idling. He's got a couple of six packs of beer in the back of the car and half a pie that Jo brought for him. They're set to wait out termin-angel.

"Come on Sammy," he mutters and fiddles with the radio until AC/DC 'Highway to Hell' comes up.

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Sam is waiting just inside the building when he gets Dean's call. He hesitates to pick up for a second, then answers softly, "Hey, I'll be out in a sec," then hangs up with just that. Another moment's hesitation, and he heads out the back door and straight to the shot gun side of the Impala.

"Dude, really? Highway to Hell?" he jokes as he gets into the car. Might as well try to appear like he isn't nervous or scared or worried about anything at all.

Edited 2010-05-22 03:36 (UTC)

Dean smirks in response, putting the car into gear when Sam shuts the door. "Might as well have a soundtrack," he says as he pulls out from behind the building.

"So where am I going, Sammy? Bobby musta been bored as hell here to build another panic room."

Sam laughs a little, "You gotta update your soundtrack. It's outdated by a couple of decades." He pulls out a small journal that, before today, was left wrapped in a small bow as a gift he was too nervous to look at. He flips it open to a few pages that he marked by folding down corners, "Uh, yeah, I guess so. He cleared a path in the Underground where most people wouldn't be able to go. You gotta hand it to him, Bobby's pretty practical. I can't believe he actually built a panic room here."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with my soundtrack," Dean snaps and glares briefly at Sam. It's not meant to be a serious reprimand.

"Underground. Alright. We'll need to park the Impala up here close to the entrance and walks down to it."

He's not parking his baby in the underground. "Yeah. Bobby's a regular survivor man."

He matches that glare with a playful smirk, "Yeah, except that all the songs are by hair metal bands from the eighties. I mean, really Dean. Way to show off that you're getting old." Teasing and bad jokes - everything he needed to get his mind off of Anna. He nods his head in agreement, "He's a great guy."

"I'm prime, not old," Dean argues with a grumble and a chuckle. That's the nice thing about them together. They immediately jump to teasing and bad jokes. "Least we'll have some place to stay until Anna cools down."

"Whatever you say, gramps." The laugh that follows slowly dwindles down to nothing and he's staring down at his hands with a slight frown. He tries to hide it though. "Yeah. We really lucked out there."

Dean smirks. "Watch out who you're calling gramps there, Kid."

He can't help but think of the times they've locked Sam in the panic room alone and he feels guilty as hell for it. "Hey. I'm getting locked up in there with you this time."

Subtle thy name is not Dean.

Sam looks over to him in surprise and frowns, "Dean, come on, no. That's.." He's at a loss of words. What are you supposed to say when your brother brings up the time he had to lock you up to make you detox?

"Yeah well...just wanted you to know-" he stops because Sam is right there's nothing really to say. "Knowing Bobby he'll have stashed a years worth of whiskey and food down there. Wonder if he got cable put in?" When in doubt joke and change the subject.

It's extremely awkward, but he mumbles quietly, "Thanks, Dean. Really.." Then he shifts in his seat and looks out the window, the same way he always does when he's uncomfortable. Jokes are good. Jokes solve everything. "I hope not. I don't want to be locked up with you watching porn the whole time."

"Hey, you can always curl up in the bathtub like a girl," Dean grins back at Sam. "I'll light you some candles and play Celine Dion for you."

Ignore the real problem. Avoid saying anything heartfelt and go straight to the insults and jokes. It's the Winchester Way. They should write a book or have a talk show opposite Dr. Phil.

He turns to Dean with an eyebrow raised to counter his brother's grin, "Dude, I don't even want to know why you have candle and Celine Dion. That's just weird." Best form of therapy: complete and utter denial, with a side of sarcasm and cynicism. Recipe for disaster, but hey, it works for the.

"I gotta take care of my baby sister," Dean smirks, chuckling a bit under his breath.

Sam shakes his head with a small laugh, "Shut up, jerk." Maybe having Dean here is actually a good idea. He's keeping Sam's mind off of the shitty things in life and keeping him laughing. A small smile still playing on his lips, Sam points to small abandoned building off the side of the road, "There. We can probably hide the Impala in there. The entrance to the Underground isn't that far from here."

"Suck it, Bitch," Dean laughs as he pulls the Impala up to the building. The door is locked but it doesn't take Dean long to pick the lock. Once the door is open he waves at Sam to drive the Impala through.

Still laughing when he slides over to the driver's seat, Sam places his hands on the steering wheel and is reminded of the last time he drove the Impala. Dean was in Hell, and Sam was...doing things he regretted now. But so much had changed between then and now, and from now and in the City. Things were better, a lot better, but today, it feels like they're reliving a nightmare.

Once he's got the car inside, he turns her off and goes to the trunk, shutting the door behind him. Speaking to his brother over his shoulder, he unlocks it and starts packing up a few of the guns into a duffel bag, "Go grab your pie. I'll pack everything we should need." Which hopefully won't be much. He doesn't want to have to fight off any angels.

Yeah if they actually have to fight Anna, the best they can do is use the banishing rune. Dean gathers up the beer and the pie, putting it in a duffel bag. It'll probably end up in pieces by the time they get it to the panic room but they're going to eat it anyway so he doesn't see what's wrong with broken up pie.

"Make sure you grab some salt and see if there's any of that oil left."

Like Sam doesn't know what to grab. Dean can't help telling him. It's more a reflection of himself than Sam.

"Dude, I got it," he tuts, looking to see if they have any holy oil left. There's a small bottle of it, which he puts in his jacket rather than the bag so it doesn't break. He makes sure there's salt, flashlights, and extra ammo in the bag before closing it and grabbing a gun to toss to Dean. "There're still gonna be a ton of monsters down there, so be ready."

Dean catches the gun, checks to make sure it's loaded and nods. "Yeah. We'll be okay as long as we stick together."

Story of their lives. Or so Dean believes.

He locks the car up, pats the fender fondly and heads toward the door.

"Do you need me to hold your hand, too?" Sam smirks, following his older brother towards the exit. Thick and thin kind of thing; there isn't much that can separate them for long. And Sam is more than okay with that. Despite what they've said in the past, they're stronger when they're together.

"Hey I'm not the girl here," Dean smirks back. He shuts and locks the door behind them before heading to the entrance to the Underground. Dysfunctional codependency? Check check

"Sure. I think you left your tampons in the trunk." The grin he has is interrupted by a short inhale as they cross the threshold into the darker part of the City. He's been here a few times now from hunting, but this is different. They are really doing this, really hiding out in the Underground. While there's still visibility, he pulls out Bobby's notebook and skimmed over it for a few seconds before continuing, "Alright. I know where to go. This way."

"Next to your Kotex pads," Dean smacks Sam on the shoulder but he tenses, pulling his shit together just as Sam does when they step into the Underground. He follows Sam easily, trusting the Sasquatch to lead them in the right place.

The slap on the shoulder jerks him forward and Sam'd totally turn around and punch him right back - if they weren't about to be eaten by monsters. A few growls come from the darker parts of the tunnels, where he can't really see anything. "Really? Already?" Sam cocks his gun and gets ready, waiting for the first sign of a fight, "Just can't get a break, can we?"