Sam Winchester (
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Dean's changing the oil on the Impala. Sam should be in the motel room, working on gathering more background information for their next case.
He can't make himself sit still long enough to focus.
After the sixth circuit of the room, he throws his hands in the air and stalks through the door to Milliways instead.
At least there he can grab better coffee than the cheap vending machine crap, right?
He can't make himself sit still long enough to focus.
After the sixth circuit of the room, he throws his hands in the air and stalks through the door to Milliways instead.
At least there he can grab better coffee than the cheap vending machine crap, right?
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"And what would happen," he says, lining up another shot, "if someone were to inquire as to the nature of that business?"
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It's absolutely true, as it turns out.
"Are you?"
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"Only if it should not offend."
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And since given the entire conversation about the dead, the guy's clearly not likely to buy the truth of what it is they do --
"We're private investigators."
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"The kind for hire?"
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Although they impersonate them from time to time.
Sam sinks the recalcitrant three and lines up his own next shot.
"What about you?"
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Boyd's watching the table.
"Coal mine's hiring. Not a lot of other options."
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"West Virginia?"
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If he's as well-traveled as he says, Boyd doesn't need to specify further.
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He steps back from the table as the ball kisses the edge of the side pocket and spins away, and glances over at Boyd.
"Heard of it; never been there, though."
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"Yeah, well."
Matter-of-fact.
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They take care of their own dealings.
Not, of course, that Boyd would know anything about this.
He takes a shot, misses, frowns.
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He eyes the lie of the table; they're pretty evenly matched.
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Especially seeing as how last summer Dean hadn't exactly been around to help.
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"Want another?"
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His expression grows extremely wry, verging on sour.
"Anyone introduced you to the waitrats yet?"
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"Not gonna argue. Still, sometimes you gotta adapt, you know?"
He still looks pretty sour about it.
"I try to keep it less than more in this case, to be honest. But they can handle drinks well enough."
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