Dean sighed. Wasn't really his preference to have Peter get dragged even deeper into this but getting jumped by an honest to God demon wasn't something you could just tell him to ignore. Or pass off as a gas leak. He wanted to say this would make things easier that Peter knew what they did - well, sorta - but he suspected it wasn't going to be so simple since they were all close quarters in the Institute.
"Okay, so I'm guessing we'll have to be pretty upfront with him, at least on some stuff." Dean paused. Wait. Sam had said something that he'd almost missed, except it'd struck him as weird. Dean backed up, raising an eyebrow at his brother. "What d'you mean, 'your world'?"
Last he checked, Sam was still Kansas grown; maybe there was stuff he found kinda just weird about the kid - the visions and the hunches, for starters - but he was just as human as Peter or anyone else here. He couldn't mean home. They used to have a house in Lawrence but that wasn't home, not really. It was just a house with a lot of bad memories and Missouri was keeping an eye on that place in case any more poltergeists decided to drop in and make it a stomping ground. Saying my world was a real funny way of putting it when Dean had talked to Peter and he'd come across as just a normal, if wish-washy, kid. Not exactly real Close Encounters.
Something felt off again. Dean couldn't quite tell what it was. It bugged him. Sam had a habit of following in Dad's footsteps and keeping some stuff close on a need-to-know basis and okay, fine, he got that the kid could go from bleeding hearts to all private on him. Sometimes it just wasn't the right time to explain and there was just the job to do and it had to get done. If it was just that, Dean would roll with it. He'd told himself that was what it was. Call it a hunch but he kept getting the feeling Sam was keeping something from him and it wasn't just job-related.
Maybe he was being a big old hypocrite but hey, he'd come clean with Sam about Cold Oak, even if the kid had already figured it out on his own. If the kid had other problems, Dean wanted to be in on it. He was a big boy. He could take whatever Sam threw at him. Had he found out how long they'd been here? There was always the possibility Sam had found out and maybe the deal was shorter than the year he'd assumed he'd get - maybe he didn't want to tell him. If that was the case, that was pure crap. Dean needed to know. Be easier to work if he could expect to wake up the next morning and not find a hellhound slobbering all over him, for starters.
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"Okay, so I'm guessing we'll have to be pretty upfront with him, at least on some stuff." Dean paused. Wait. Sam had said something that he'd almost missed, except it'd struck him as weird. Dean backed up, raising an eyebrow at his brother. "What d'you mean, 'your world'?"
Last he checked, Sam was still Kansas grown; maybe there was stuff he found kinda just weird about the kid - the visions and the hunches, for starters - but he was just as human as Peter or anyone else here. He couldn't mean home. They used to have a house in Lawrence but that wasn't home, not really. It was just a house with a lot of bad memories and Missouri was keeping an eye on that place in case any more poltergeists decided to drop in and make it a stomping ground. Saying my world was a real funny way of putting it when Dean had talked to Peter and he'd come across as just a normal, if wish-washy, kid. Not exactly real Close Encounters.
Something felt off again. Dean couldn't quite tell what it was. It bugged him. Sam had a habit of following in Dad's footsteps and keeping some stuff close on a need-to-know basis and okay, fine, he got that the kid could go from bleeding hearts to all private on him. Sometimes it just wasn't the right time to explain and there was just the job to do and it had to get done. If it was just that, Dean would roll with it. He'd told himself that was what it was. Call it a hunch but he kept getting the feeling Sam was keeping something from him and it wasn't just job-related.
Maybe he was being a big old hypocrite but hey, he'd come clean with Sam about Cold Oak, even if the kid had already figured it out on his own. If the kid had other problems, Dean wanted to be in on it. He was a big boy. He could take whatever Sam threw at him. Had he found out how long they'd been here? There was always the possibility Sam had found out and maybe the deal was shorter than the year he'd assumed he'd get - maybe he didn't want to tell him. If that was the case, that was pure crap. Dean needed to know. Be easier to work if he could expect to wake up the next morning and not find a hellhound slobbering all over him, for starters.