Dean snorted. The way the Doctor was smiling, you'd think they were going on a milk run or something.
"What'd you have in mind? Probably help if we had a plan of attack," Dean said. He wasn't sure if the Doctor had seen that copy of the map someone had put up, but it was one of those things Dean didn't plan to leave without. He spread the copy he had out on the desk so the Doctor could take a look himself, craning his head down.
Okay, so he sucked at drawing. Dean never claimed he could draw worth a damn, but he figured it was (mostly) legible and that was what counted.
"Sun Room's probably a death trap, so I'm thinking we should try to avoid that," Dean said, tapping the paper with a finger. "Could try upstairs, see if we got any better luck there."
If they were really lucky, Dean would get through the night without getting shot at or...statued-at, which somehow sounded crazy, even with his line of work. Dean glanced over at the Doctor to judge his reaction, still privately amazed with the fact that the guy was still alive despite not carrying any real weapons (he wasn't sure if that sonic screwdriver counted or what), much less able to smile like a cheerful sonuvabitch. If Dean wasn't careful, that was probably gonna rub off.
Re: M2 - waiting for the Doctor
"What'd you have in mind? Probably help if we had a plan of attack," Dean said. He wasn't sure if the Doctor had seen that copy of the map someone had put up, but it was one of those things Dean didn't plan to leave without. He spread the copy he had out on the desk so the Doctor could take a look himself, craning his head down.
Okay, so he sucked at drawing. Dean never claimed he could draw worth a damn, but he figured it was (mostly) legible and that was what counted.
"Sun Room's probably a death trap, so I'm thinking we should try to avoid that," Dean said, tapping the paper with a finger. "Could try upstairs, see if we got any better luck there."
If they were really lucky, Dean would get through the night without getting shot at or...statued-at, which somehow sounded crazy, even with his line of work. Dean glanced over at the Doctor to judge his reaction, still privately amazed with the fact that the guy was still alive despite not carrying any real weapons (he wasn't sure if that sonic screwdriver counted or what), much less able to smile like a cheerful sonuvabitch. If Dean wasn't careful, that was probably gonna rub off.