[OPEN] Getting Back Into the Groove [R for cussing most likely]

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Where has Dean been, do you ask?

Well, for one, he's been relaxing. That mission thing? Ridiculous. Dean's pretty sure he's not going to be emotionally traumatized, because hell, obviously he's been through worse, but man, that was one hell of a trip. So he's in the mindset of believing that yes, he deserves some downtime. That's why he's in the Sensoriums, his favorite usual hang out on the giant meatship. The room's turned into Bobby's junkyard again, only this time he's got his Impala. He's working on fixing the problems he'd told Stacy to program into the car, and really, this is probably the most relaxing thing he's done in a while.

Of course, he wouldn't mind having some company. He's thinking about seeing if Stacy can conjure him up a Bobby, just to have someone to banter with, but he hasn't really decided yet. So at the moment, he's under the hood of the Impala, messing with something with a wrench while Led Zeppelin's You Shook Me plays from a boombox nearby. He may or may not be singing along as he works.

Life is good.

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[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"What, it's true!" Dean's voice comes from under the car. "Bet you didn't know we have real friggin' ninjas on board, did you?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Dude," Sam said, still laughing. "We're on a flying pancreas. I'd believe just about anything right now."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean huffs out a laugh at that one this time. "Good point."

He's quiet for a minute, and then he brings up what he'd been thinking about before Sam popping up.

"Hey, you talked to Captain Cryptic yet? Leonard... or Leroy. Or something like that."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"You mean Leon?" Sam corrected, his smile quickly fading. "Yeah. We met. He stopped by the sensorium when I was...working out." Sam barely caught himself from saying 'when I was sparring.' The last thing he needed was Dean on his butt to take it easy.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean can hear the smile fade in Sam's voice, and he scoots out from under the car, taking a break. He pulls himself up and leans against the Impala, arms folded.

"He stopped by here earlier. Quizzed me and then left," Dean makes an exasperated noise. "I don't like him."

Reminded him too much of John.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Sam asked.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"He was a jackass." Simply put. Not that Leon really was, Dean just didn't like his first impression.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Ok," Sam said with a dismissive shrug. "Well, if it makes you feel any better I checked out the list of teams and we got the MacManuses, Xander, and Jo with us."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Oh, that does make him feel better. He will be worrying about Chaucer, however.

"Awesome. Our team kicks ass." Dean grins.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"...and Leon's apparently in charge." Well, then there's that.

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

"... Except for that part." And now Dean looks like he's been sucking on a lemon.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it won't be so bad," Sam speculated. "Maybe he's not really a dick."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well. Taking orders from a guy like him isn't really my idea of a good time," Dean sighs.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Who says we have to take orders from him?" Sam questioned.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Well, Stacy, I'm guessing. Why, you planning on doing your own thing?" Dean asks, raising an eyebrow.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"No, I just...," Sam replied. "We've been around the block enough, Dean, I think we can handle ourselves without having to be ordered to do everything."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

That's a good point. Dean glances at Sam, half-grinning.

"Guess that's true enough. I'm willing to bet this Leon guy hasn't seen half the stuff we have."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, probably not," Sam agreed. He was silent again for several minutes before finally continuing, taking a deep breath before he spoke. "So, uh, you're busy so I think I'm just gonna go...do something else."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean frowns slightly, and pauses in what he's messing with to straighten and look at Sam.

"... I'm not really busy, Sammy, just doing something to keep my hands occupied," And at the risk of sounding girly, he continues. "And you can bet your ass hanging out with me is way more fun than drawing trapezoids on a piece of paper."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know," Sam nodded. "I just, you know, gotta go figure some stuff out is all. With some people."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"... Yeah, alright," Dean replies, still frowning slightly. "Do what you gotta do."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Sam said with a hesitant nod. It's clear from his expression and his tone and the way he seemed to not really want to leave that he had something he needed to get off of his chest but, apparently, just didn't know how to broach the subject. So after several more nods, Sam turned and slowly started for the door. "I'll check back with ya later."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean can see that. He knows his brother better than that, and knows the kid wants to say something. But of course, like every other time, he avoids the subject. Dean sighs, rubbing at his forehead.

"Sam." Dean says after him. He looks like he's going to say something, and then he stops, and lets out the breath, backing off. "I'll be here if you need me."

And that's the closest he can get to offering Sam help.