[ Sam is standing beside one of the bookcases, knowing he needs to wait but unable to completely ignore the rows of old spines facing him. He's running his fingers down the edge of a peeling cover before he hears Dean's voice.
Sam looks up, wary for a moment, but knows he instigated this. He's prepared this time. ]
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Date: 2013-12-01 01:35 am (UTC)Sam looks up, wary for a moment, but knows he instigated this. He's prepared this time. ]
Dean.