( Dean's taken to patrolling several times of day. There's not all that much to do in town day to day. Check in with people you know, meet people you don't. Find something bone-chilling and avoid it at all costs afterwards. There's no pattern to when people come through, or who comes through. As much as he always thinks about Sam - about Jack, his mind's been kept busy. He was stuck in that model home. There was the night before, a night he still can't reconcile, and the last two days.
People wake up all sorts of places, so Dean's daily patrol includes the beach, the "graveyard," that still had Claire's body buried in it as far as he knew, and the town itself.
The signs send him to the town hall. Someone put them up.
He hears his brother's voice before he sees him. He speaks to himself first. )
Sammy?
( Sam is the only person that can say his name in such a way, especially when the chips are down.
He speeds up, breaking into a run as he comes around the corner. The town hall comes into view behind his brother who stands, awakened and lost. )
Sam!
( Approaching, he tries to see if Jack is around, maybe behind his beanpole of a brother. He's never heard of people showing up together, but like there's been a pattern up until now. It's been days now. If he could guess, two, three weeks? It's not easy to keep track. He knows he was in the model home for two. And it's -- been two?
He slows to a medium paced walk. No reason to have a dramatic coming together. )
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People wake up all sorts of places, so Dean's daily patrol includes the beach, the "graveyard," that still had Claire's body buried in it as far as he knew, and the town itself.
The signs send him to the town hall. Someone put them up.
He hears his brother's voice before he sees him. He speaks to himself first. )
Sammy?
( Sam is the only person that can say his name in such a way, especially when the chips are down.
He speeds up, breaking into a run as he comes around the corner. The town hall comes into view behind his brother who stands, awakened and lost. )
Sam!
( Approaching, he tries to see if Jack is around, maybe behind his beanpole of a brother. He's never heard of people showing up together, but like there's been a pattern up until now. It's been days now. If he could guess, two, three weeks? It's not easy to keep track. He knows he was in the model home for two. And it's -- been two?
He slows to a medium paced walk. No reason to have a dramatic coming together. )
Took you long enough.