[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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[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Ok," Sam said, crossing over to the car and pulling open the passenger's side door and easing himself sideways down into it, keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground. He knew Dean well enough not to press. Hell, all he really had to do was sit quietly long enough and Dean would just start...

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

And just like Sam predicted, Dean goes off a few minutes later, kicking at the pile of junk. He glances at Sam, irritation and anger and maybe even a little hurt is scrawled across his expression.

"That doctor woman needs to get off her high horse, because it's seriously pissing me off."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Doctor woman?" Sam echoes, a look of confusion etched onto his face. "You mean Dr. Grey? Why? What'd she do?"

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

"No, not her. Brennan. Or whatever the hell her name is," Dean grits out. "Got on my case for lying about my name."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Sam replied, his eyes widening a little as he realized that this was probably all his fault for 'outting' Dean in the first place. "Yeah, uh, she doesn't really take that well. Does she?"

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

"No. She didn't." Dean growls. "And she said she felt sorry because it's sad that I 'think it's okay to lie to people,'"

That last bit, you can practically hear the quotations. That's not even the worse part, though Dean's especially not pleased to be thought of that way. It all falls back into the charity case reasoning. He doesn't want people to feel sorry for him.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam shrugged. "Who cares? Really? She doesn't know what we do. Well, ok, she does because I told her but she hasn't seen what it's like. She hasn't live it. And if she wants to be closed-minded, judgmental and self-righteous, then let her. Hell, it's not like there aren't a hundred other people on board to talk to."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

And there it is, Sam's (usually) sound reasoning. Dean stops, and takes a deep breath. It's true, it's not like he has to talk to her. But her words still stung, and Dean has a hard enough time justifying his actions to himself without someone questioning them.

"Yeah," Dean agrees, not looking at Sam for the moment. "Yeah, I know. It's just-- I'm not... yeah. Alright."

Dean turns back to the junk pile, and when he speaks, his voice is incredibly bitter.

"Hell, it's not like people thank us anyways."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"No, not usually," Sam agreed. He leaned forward in his seat and rested his arms on his thighs. "Usually they're calling the cops. But, it's like you said, we don't do it for the money or for the credit, Dean. We do it for them. Whether they know it or not."

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

There's a pause as that sinks in, and then Dean sighs.

"Dammit, Sammy," Dean says, looking over his shoulder, a hint of a grin on his face. His tone's a lot less angry and a lot more teasing. "You can't just let me be pissed, huh?"

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Sure I can," Sam said with a firm nod, his tone just as teasing. "You're ugly."

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

"Not as ugly as you, Sasquatch," Dean replies smoothly, grinning now.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, ok," Sam said, smiling, silently admitting to himself that--despite the inherent danger--he really was glad Dean was here now. "I suppose that's why all the girls like me better than you."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"That's because for some reason, all the girls have terrible taste," Dean says. "Or the food here has some sort of drug in it, which, honestly? Wouldn't surprise me."