Sam's gaze focused firmly on Dean with remarkable swiftness. While there was still a faint air of abstraction about him, it was little different than that which he possessed while they were chasing down one or another of the more peculiar leads on a hunt.
He regarded Dean a touch warily, taking in the older man's pallor and stiffness and belated greeting all. Seeing the other hunter shaken never boded well, and he doubted somehow that this place would provide a departure from that pattern. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing slightly in concern that he half-expected to start yet another argument before it was even voiced.
Even after several days, it wasn't easy for Sam to bear in mind that his brother wouldn't recall the events leading to those arguments, let alone the fights themselves.
"What's up?" he asked, a brief pause between the words suggesting that was not quite the question he'd initially intend to voice, but rather some compromise.
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He regarded Dean a touch warily, taking in the older man's pallor and stiffness and belated greeting all. Seeing the other hunter shaken never boded well, and he doubted somehow that this place would provide a departure from that pattern. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing slightly in concern that he half-expected to start yet another argument before it was even voiced.
Even after several days, it wasn't easy for Sam to bear in mind that his brother wouldn't recall the events leading to those arguments, let alone the fights themselves.
"What's up?" he asked, a brief pause between the words suggesting that was not quite the question he'd initially intend to voice, but rather some compromise.