Dean managed a shameless grin, even as he found himself getting ganged up on by the orderlies, a big dude on each side and towering over him, like he had two hulked out Sams on either shoulder. Dean wasn't sorry he'd had to start crap with "Indy" - it'd been necessary to get lighters - but he could've gone without it spiraling like it did. At least he wasn't getting herded to the cafeteria. He was pretty sure he couldn't hold down breakfast, not yet, at least. If there was anything Dean was proud of - aside from being a crack shot with a crossbow - it was having an iron stomach. He was sure give or take an hour, he'd be able to keep something down.
Even if just walking felt pretty funky. The chapel was upstairs, a part of the Institute that Dean hadn't really explored very much. The chapel itself wasn't weird...until you really took a look at it and realized it wasn't normal at all. Sure, he wasn't religious, and maybe he didn't memorize every weird supernatural fact like his brother, but Dean did know a thing or two about churches and the like. It was just part of the job, knowing what was holy ground, what inside a church might help you and what was just decorative. Dean scanned the room without seeming to: lots of pews, marble, but nothing that'd peg it as a normal, run of the mill chapel. Just from a first look, he couldn't see a single cross here. Not even a rosary. So much for that. Dean would've liked to get hold of one. He didn't have to be a Bible-thumper to know that, for some reason or another, rosaries did work to ward off evil and that was good enough for him. The stained glass was colorful but, again, there were no angels, no specific scenes displayed. Just a lot of abstract colors.
Dean was pretty sure Sam had noticed this too as he headed casually for his brother, forcing himself not to limp even a little with the injured leg. Maybe he'd been pegged as a hunter, maybe not. The last thing he wanted to do was paint himself as an easy target, 'cause there was nothing that said that like a limp. Dean slid into the back pew next to Sam, easing himself down. Sam had picked the best vantage point he could, reasonably close to the exit but not too close in case something came at them that way.
"Got any mouthwash on you?" Dean asked, cracking a small crooked grin at Sam as if he hadn't spent half the night useless 'cause Kisugi pumped him full of drugs. "Ice cream, beer and burgers don't make a great mix. Just thought you should know."
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Even if just walking felt pretty funky. The chapel was upstairs, a part of the Institute that Dean hadn't really explored very much. The chapel itself wasn't weird...until you really took a look at it and realized it wasn't normal at all. Sure, he wasn't religious, and maybe he didn't memorize every weird supernatural fact like his brother, but Dean did know a thing or two about churches and the like. It was just part of the job, knowing what was holy ground, what inside a church might help you and what was just decorative. Dean scanned the room without seeming to: lots of pews, marble, but nothing that'd peg it as a normal, run of the mill chapel. Just from a first look, he couldn't see a single cross here. Not even a rosary. So much for that. Dean would've liked to get hold of one. He didn't have to be a Bible-thumper to know that, for some reason or another, rosaries did work to ward off evil and that was good enough for him. The stained glass was colorful but, again, there were no angels, no specific scenes displayed. Just a lot of abstract colors.
Dean was pretty sure Sam had noticed this too as he headed casually for his brother, forcing himself not to limp even a little with the injured leg. Maybe he'd been pegged as a hunter, maybe not. The last thing he wanted to do was paint himself as an easy target, 'cause there was nothing that said that like a limp. Dean slid into the back pew next to Sam, easing himself down. Sam had picked the best vantage point he could, reasonably close to the exit but not too close in case something came at them that way.
"Got any mouthwash on you?" Dean asked, cracking a small crooked grin at Sam as if he hadn't spent half the night useless 'cause Kisugi pumped him full of drugs. "Ice cream, beer and burgers don't make a great mix. Just thought you should know."
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