Okay, that's odd, Dean looking at him like he has no idea what he's talking about.
Sam shuts the door behind them after following Dean in, and takes a cursory glance around the room too. Same as all the other bedrooms: beds on either side tucked into homey, comfy little alcoves in the wall, covered by warm-looking quilts and fluffy pillows. Window with sunlight streaming in, so much greenery out there it's like someone just went to town with a fucking Granny Smith Apple crayon. There are unlit candles on side tables and dressers, two chairs. That's about it.
A very small laugh, quiet, and he nods as Dean waves a hand around. "A scene from friggin' Lord of the Rings. Yeah, I know. It's crazy. We don't even have running water here, Dean, we have to bring buckets up from the well every morning to use throughout the day. Accommodations are nice to look at but a pretty big inconvenience, to be honest."
He shakes his head and drops the bow and arrows onto one of the beds, sitting down next to them with a sigh, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees.
"Better than being dead though, assuming we aren't." He looks up at his brother, a frown settling on his face, worry in his eyes as he studies Dean. Now's as good a time as any to get down to business. Question and answer time.
"I died, didn't I? Jake killed me? How long ago did it happen, Dean? How long has it been since you last saw me?"
He would have assumed a few weeks, since that's how long he's been here, except Dean obviously is confused by that timeframe. So maybe time here and time back home moved at different paces or something.
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Sam shuts the door behind them after following Dean in, and takes a cursory glance around the room too. Same as all the other bedrooms: beds on either side tucked into homey, comfy little alcoves in the wall, covered by warm-looking quilts and fluffy pillows. Window with sunlight streaming in, so much greenery out there it's like someone just went to town with a fucking Granny Smith Apple crayon. There are unlit candles on side tables and dressers, two chairs. That's about it.
A very small laugh, quiet, and he nods as Dean waves a hand around. "A scene from friggin' Lord of the Rings. Yeah, I know. It's crazy. We don't even have running water here, Dean, we have to bring buckets up from the well every morning to use throughout the day. Accommodations are nice to look at but a pretty big inconvenience, to be honest."
He shakes his head and drops the bow and arrows onto one of the beds, sitting down next to them with a sigh, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees.
"Better than being dead though, assuming we aren't." He looks up at his brother, a frown settling on his face, worry in his eyes as he studies Dean. Now's as good a time as any to get down to business. Question and answer time.
"I died, didn't I? Jake killed me? How long ago did it happen, Dean? How long has it been since you last saw me?"
He would have assumed a few weeks, since that's how long he's been here, except Dean obviously is confused by that timeframe. So maybe time here and time back home moved at different paces or something.