Just tryin' to help (Open to Sam, Dean)
(Continued from here)
Fred nodded; of course, they had supplies. They would probably have C-4, not that Fred wanted to know if they had C-4, although if they did...She'd always wanted to see what she could do with a nice bit of explosive; sure, she could probably make her own bomb with regular household chemicals, but really, that wasn't the same thing as having the stuff right there, ready made.
"Rough job. You sound like..." Well, she didn't say anything more, having noticed he was dialing, or it seemed like dialing. The phone was certainly out and ready for talking. She guessed. Cell phones were still a little odd for her; it wasn't like lots of people carried them around before she left, not often anyway, and it certainly wasn't like they'd had them in Pylea. Her voice softened, partly because of the phone and partly because he was probably tired of hearing himself compared to Angel, "Angel."
The clipboard was tilted to let her write a few more ideas, and the equations that had been marred by the hearts and painfully sweet girlie doodles were coming back. It wasn't like they'd ever really gone, but she'd been a little disheartened by what hadn't exactly been in her control. She walked beside him, thinking and...eavesdropping.
Fred nodded; of course, they had supplies. They would probably have C-4, not that Fred wanted to know if they had C-4, although if they did...She'd always wanted to see what she could do with a nice bit of explosive; sure, she could probably make her own bomb with regular household chemicals, but really, that wasn't the same thing as having the stuff right there, ready made.
"Rough job. You sound like..." Well, she didn't say anything more, having noticed he was dialing, or it seemed like dialing. The phone was certainly out and ready for talking. She guessed. Cell phones were still a little odd for her; it wasn't like lots of people carried them around before she left, not often anyway, and it certainly wasn't like they'd had them in Pylea. Her voice softened, partly because of the phone and partly because he was probably tired of hearing himself compared to Angel, "Angel."
The clipboard was tilted to let her write a few more ideas, and the equations that had been marred by the hearts and painfully sweet girlie doodles were coming back. It wasn't like they'd ever really gone, but she'd been a little disheartened by what hadn't exactly been in her control. She walked beside him, thinking and...eavesdropping.