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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

If Sam hadn't been so generally annoyed, not only with his brother's misplaced flirtatious streak but also with the never ending sirens that had only allowed him a couple hours sleep before they'd started going off at dawn, he might have thought that Dean's braggadocio was laughable. As it was he could only shoot Dean an aggravated sideways glance as his brother opened his beer by his ear, reaching up to wipe away the drops. "Thanks, Dean," he said sarcastically, once again stifling the urge to reach out and shove him from behind.

Sam gave a humorless huff of a laugh at Dean's constellation, sliding his eyes to the right as he shook his head and missing Dean's apologetic look completely. He didn't know why being called a protector rubbed him the wrong way, except that somewhere underneath he felt like Dean was laughing at him. Was it so off base to think that Dean was a little bored and looking for some distraction wherever he could find it? Sam loved his brother, but he also knew that he had ways of finding ways of entertaining himself with whatever attractive member of the opposite sex was around at the moment. And while that was fine while they moving through a town, it wasn't going to be as easy to untangle himself in this place after his fun was had.

He took another long drink of his beer, trying not to concentrate on the taste of it as it went down. Sam glanced upwards at Luna's question. "Hmm," he hummed to himself. "There, a Chevy Impala." He said, pointing randomly. "Wheels in the sky keep on turnin'." He said, hiding a smile behind another drink.