Who: Jimmy Winthrop and Annie Warhol What: Dean is a sneaky bastard who wants to see his brother. Awkwardness ensues. When: Late Sunday night/Monday morning. Where: Bethesda, MD - Jimmy's apartment. Warnings: None yet.
Jimmy wasn't exactly sleeping soundly, but he was sleeping when he heard a noise. A big noise. One that woke him up and immediately sent Sam into hyper-alert hunter mode. He listened carefully - there. Another noise, coming from his kitchen.
Somebody (or something, Sam reminded him) was in his apartment.
As quietly as he could manage, he crawled out of bed and snuck into the hallway, trying not to think about how completely retarded it was that he was sneaking around in his own apartment, but Sam's instincts had all but taken over. He clung close to the wall, moving closer to the kitchen and stopping dead in his tracks when the someone flitted past the doorway, apparently heading to the living room. Jimmy exhaled sharply. Whoever this was, they were certainly being casual about breaking in, which probably wasn't a good sign. Still, if they were so casual, then they wouldn't expect him to take them out, would they?
Without a second thought, Jimmy sprinted silently into the living room and tackled the darkest shadow in a room of shadows. He wasn't about to let this bastard get away with anything, not if he could help it.