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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

It was a good thing that they were fully stocked on asprin. Sam didn't think he'd be able to take sitting through a full drive with Dean after getting the bashing in the head he had gotten now. Ow. Stupid tiny cars. One day, he was going to get a massive truck and be done with it. He'd have to stand up twice over to even reach the ceiling. Rolling his eyes at Dean's remark about the stupid band on the radio, Sam shrugged forward so that he was able to see Anna a bit more clearly from where he was sitting.

"Aliens?" Brows rising, Sam looked over to Dean before he cast his attention back to Anna again. "I...no? I mean, aliens?" Maybe it was The Trickster. He could have been at it again. The last time that they had dealt with aliens, after all, was when people were slow-dancing with them. Unless the Seals were responsible for actual alien invasions? Beyond the Superman and Supergirl talk that he was still sort of a skeptic about.

Something inside of Sam suddenly felt horribly embarrassed when Anna announced that he looked different. Why? Did she know? Could she tell? He ducked his head, pretending to be distracted by something on the floor. "Hair is growing out," he muttered into the sleeve of his jacket, "need to get it cut."