Head down, Sam missed Dean's reaction, but he didn't need to see it to know from the slight tension in his brother's body that Dean wasn't exactly finding this pleasant.
He wasn't sure if the ink was gonna start bleeding given how much of a rough job this was. So far it seemed okay and he supposed it didn't matter so long as the trap was unbroken. It was more obviously a devil's trap than the one Sam had, though, which might make Dean more identifiable as a hunter by anyone who knew what they were doing. Slight cause for concern there, but...there hadn't been a lot of designs uncomplicated enough to do on the fly like this. Besides, the only time it'd be showing was during the showers. That, and—as much as they were trying to keep it under wraps, Sam didn't think people finding out what they did was gonna be their biggest problem. In a way, he wasn't even certain how long they could play up the ignorance; eventually, they were gonna come across someone needing help and you couldn't exactly get a person to trust you knew what you were doing by pretending you were a civilian, too.
And of course, there was the issue of how much Lelouch knew. Dean remembered nothing from last night, so he couldn't ask Dean how much he'd said and he hadn't been willing to delve into that with either Lelouch or Suzaku. You gave away certain things when asking questions; Sam didn't want to let them onto exactly what his priorities were. They already knew a hell of a lot as it was. It made it another reason for him to think that maybe he should just—
Still.
He shifted in his seat, leaning forward a little to get a better look at what he was doing. The light was really crappy. He was finished tracing the entire design by now and the dotting was close enough to look fairly solid, but he knew the smallest break could render the whole thing useless.
"Yeah, I hear you," he said, flicking his gaze up for a second.
Infections weren't the end of the world when you were in a hospital that seemed pretty interested in not letting you die during the day—he was fairly certain if worse came to worse, they could likely secure some antibiotics for Dean without even needing to ask—but they could get problematic. At best, they weren't something you wanted happening in general, not when you were busted up as bad as Dean was right now.
He didn't try to reassure Dean on the issue, though. They both knew what the risks were. Instead, he started scratching in short little lines that would hopefully connect any breaks in the design. His brows furrowed slightly; he was trying to be as gentle as possible, but there was really no such thing as gentle when you were cutting into someone with a needle, even if it was fairly shallow in comparison to what they were used to getting.
Anyway, he knew it didn't matter how many times you broke a bone or got stabbed; it wasn't like getting heavier injuries suddenly made you immune to pain from smaller wounds. Paper cuts could still hurt.
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He wasn't sure if the ink was gonna start bleeding given how much of a rough job this was. So far it seemed okay and he supposed it didn't matter so long as the trap was unbroken. It was more obviously a devil's trap than the one Sam had, though, which might make Dean more identifiable as a hunter by anyone who knew what they were doing. Slight cause for concern there, but...there hadn't been a lot of designs uncomplicated enough to do on the fly like this. Besides, the only time it'd be showing was during the showers. That, and—as much as they were trying to keep it under wraps, Sam didn't think people finding out what they did was gonna be their biggest problem. In a way, he wasn't even certain how long they could play up the ignorance; eventually, they were gonna come across someone needing help and you couldn't exactly get a person to trust you knew what you were doing by pretending you were a civilian, too.
And of course, there was the issue of how much Lelouch knew. Dean remembered nothing from last night, so he couldn't ask Dean how much he'd said and he hadn't been willing to delve into that with either Lelouch or Suzaku. You gave away certain things when asking questions; Sam didn't want to let them onto exactly what his priorities were. They already knew a hell of a lot as it was. It made it another reason for him to think that maybe he should just—
Still.
He shifted in his seat, leaning forward a little to get a better look at what he was doing. The light was really crappy. He was finished tracing the entire design by now and the dotting was close enough to look fairly solid, but he knew the smallest break could render the whole thing useless.
"Yeah, I hear you," he said, flicking his gaze up for a second.
Infections weren't the end of the world when you were in a hospital that seemed pretty interested in not letting you die during the day—he was fairly certain if worse came to worse, they could likely secure some antibiotics for Dean without even needing to ask—but they could get problematic. At best, they weren't something you wanted happening in general, not when you were busted up as bad as Dean was right now.
He didn't try to reassure Dean on the issue, though. They both knew what the risks were. Instead, he started scratching in short little lines that would hopefully connect any breaks in the design. His brows furrowed slightly; he was trying to be as gentle as possible, but there was really no such thing as gentle when you were cutting into someone with a needle, even if it was fairly shallow in comparison to what they were used to getting.
Anyway, he knew it didn't matter how many times you broke a bone or got stabbed; it wasn't like getting heavier injuries suddenly made you immune to pain from smaller wounds. Paper cuts could still hurt.
"Should be almost done," he said quietly.