He doesn't answer that question. Honestly? Probably not that well. They have a plan and anything demon related is usually on the wrong end of it, even if it's Sam. Dean holds the motel door open for Sam, glancing in the dark room. Looks clean to him, although there's a weird smell that he can't account for. It smells inexplicably like lemon cough drops. He looks back at Sam when he asks that question.
...It's complicated. He's not even sure how to explain it.
"Y'know, you sound just like him," Dean remarks as he slides into the room after his kid brother. Fine, second kid brother. Maybe that name tag thing wasn't such a crap idea after all. "I'm kinda stuck like this, I figure it could be worse if it was anyone else I gotta keep tabs on."
Hell, it could've been a demon. Or Alastair, except Dean's not so convinced that he wouldn't jump to follow Alastair if the bastard ever popped up. He wisely keeps that to himself, not exactly proud of it. Sam's the opposite of Alastair, insisting Dean hold his own leash and it's almost comforting to see this one's doing the same thing. It's very Sam. The proto-demon moves around the bed to stand at its side, watching Sam root through an arsenal that he was surprised could fit in that pack. Sam's real good at the gun Tetris there, he thinks, black eyes flicking from the bag to the knife in Sam's hand.
"So we heading to the nest or we gonna get a human for bait first?" He saw a bunch of humans already, and he figures it'd be fairly easy to bag one late at night if they're stumbling around ass-drunk.
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...It's complicated. He's not even sure how to explain it.
"Y'know, you sound just like him," Dean remarks as he slides into the room after his kid brother. Fine, second kid brother. Maybe that name tag thing wasn't such a crap idea after all. "I'm kinda stuck like this, I figure it could be worse if it was anyone else I gotta keep tabs on."
Hell, it could've been a demon. Or Alastair, except Dean's not so convinced that he wouldn't jump to follow Alastair if the bastard ever popped up. He wisely keeps that to himself, not exactly proud of it. Sam's the opposite of Alastair, insisting Dean hold his own leash and it's almost comforting to see this one's doing the same thing. It's very Sam. The proto-demon moves around the bed to stand at its side, watching Sam root through an arsenal that he was surprised could fit in that pack. Sam's real good at the gun Tetris there, he thinks, black eyes flicking from the bag to the knife in Sam's hand.
"So we heading to the nest or we gonna get a human for bait first?" He saw a bunch of humans already, and he figures it'd be fairly easy to bag one late at night if they're stumbling around ass-drunk.