Okay. This was...working. Sam looked back at Ruby and then at Dean. They were going along. Honestly, it was about all he could ask for. Maybe this would be good in the long run. Like, a bonding experience or something like that?
...Yeah, all right, he was probably pushing his luck there.
Even with Dean next to him, Sam wasn't conscious of how out of place the nickname should've sounded rolling off of Ruby's tongue. He shrugged, eyes on the map and only glancing up at her briefly. "Guess I'll have to."
He could do it. Winging it was kind of their M.O. As much as Sam had a preference for an actual plan, hunting with Dean basically guaranteed that any plan they had went down the craphole in about two seconds flat, and it didn't go a whole lot different with Ruby, either. In terms of sketching the job out, this was as good as it was ever gonna get.
Besides, he admittedly had the easy job here. It was pretty much sit and wait, and then put a match to the whole thing. Provided it all went right. He figured Dean's idea of a distraction involved some form of fire, so as long as Dean hit one end of the camp, Sam could hit the other. Everything else would catch easy enough despite the humidity.
Sounded like a cakewalk when you put it that way.
"Everybody knows what they're doing, right?" Without waiting, Sam rolled up the map and started off again, heading back into the mass of heavy, wet leaves and a hell of a lot more bugs than he was okay with. He couldn't help but wonder what it meant, that the patients (he still couldn't shake the habit of thinking of them in those terms) were being thrown into these jobs now. Obviously, he assumed none of these operations were all that important, but regardless, with what the general had said...
Now wasn't a good time to be putting pieces together, though.
no subject
...Yeah, all right, he was probably pushing his luck there.
Even with Dean next to him, Sam wasn't conscious of how out of place the nickname should've sounded rolling off of Ruby's tongue. He shrugged, eyes on the map and only glancing up at her briefly. "Guess I'll have to."
He could do it. Winging it was kind of their M.O. As much as Sam had a preference for an actual plan, hunting with Dean basically guaranteed that any plan they had went down the craphole in about two seconds flat, and it didn't go a whole lot different with Ruby, either. In terms of sketching the job out, this was as good as it was ever gonna get.
Besides, he admittedly had the easy job here. It was pretty much sit and wait, and then put a match to the whole thing. Provided it all went right. He figured Dean's idea of a distraction involved some form of fire, so as long as Dean hit one end of the camp, Sam could hit the other. Everything else would catch easy enough despite the humidity.
Sounded like a cakewalk when you put it that way.
"Everybody knows what they're doing, right?" Without waiting, Sam rolled up the map and started off again, heading back into the mass of heavy, wet leaves and a hell of a lot more bugs than he was okay with. He couldn't help but wonder what it meant, that the patients (he still couldn't shake the habit of thinking of them in those terms) were being thrown into these jobs now. Obviously, he assumed none of these operations were all that important, but regardless, with what the general had said...
Now wasn't a good time to be putting pieces together, though.