Even without Dean here, Sam could hear his brother making fun of him. He sighed and shook the snow off, hoping the soldiers wouldn't give him crap for temporarily removing the hat. He was sure there was a 2b) except in cases of inadvertent falling substances in their rulebook somewhere. He was also kinda hoping no one had seen—
Never mind. That answered that. Figured. Still, this was miles above that one time they'd been working a case involving a spirit and the woman's bathroom, and while they were in there investigating, a...well. Yeah.
Anyway.
He flashed a smile and let out an awkward but friendly chuckle. "Hey, man, knowing this place, I think I should just be glad the snow wasn't gonna eat me."
Had he seen that face before? He thought be might've, but he wasn't too sure. While the peek of red hair would've normally made the guy easy to remember, the saturation of colors around here made that shade of red look average. He guessed it wasn't that important, though.
"Uh." Sam looked up the tree briefly to make sure there was no other snow anvil waiting (there wasn't), then dried his hand on his pants and held it out. "Right. I'm Sam."
It was probably an especially good idea to give a name in this case, or the man was going to walk off forever knowing Sam only as "the guy who ended up with snow on his head."
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Never mind. That answered that. Figured. Still, this was miles above that one time they'd been working a case involving a spirit and the woman's bathroom, and while they were in there investigating, a...well. Yeah.
Anyway.
He flashed a smile and let out an awkward but friendly chuckle. "Hey, man, knowing this place, I think I should just be glad the snow wasn't gonna eat me."
Had he seen that face before? He thought be might've, but he wasn't too sure. While the peek of red hair would've normally made the guy easy to remember, the saturation of colors around here made that shade of red look average. He guessed it wasn't that important, though.
"Uh." Sam looked up the tree briefly to make sure there was no other snow anvil waiting (there wasn't), then dried his hand on his pants and held it out. "Right. I'm Sam."
It was probably an especially good idea to give a name in this case, or the man was going to walk off forever knowing Sam only as "the guy who ended up with snow on his head."