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[weirddreams]

It had been a difficult few days gathering their friends around the country to the bunker for safety while the British Men of Letters hunted hunters of America. Sam couldn't sleep for more than four between six hours at a time during this. Tonight began even more rougher than past nights as word of mouth (text, calls, etc) began to pour in of hunters being removed from the board as if their lives counted for nothing. Suffice to say, Sam was anxious. Ruby tells him to find a book and take his mind off things before bed as worrying and staying up won't help him be part of the solution. He's looking through some of the publications he's never cracked open before, in his usual spot within the warded library.

Tired as he is, he can tell right away when he footsteps that it's Dean. Not looking over his shoulder, he confesses, "The only thing Toni was right about is that we never read half the wealth of knowledge in here. I don't know about you, but I'm going to start." He's not trying to start another conversation about the Brits, but it won't not be on the top of his mind until it's over. His finger runs between two volumes before he picks the one on the left. It's about dreams and the spaces in between. Sam finally turns to Dean. His brother's body language suggests they do talk about something else. He moves to the table, placing his chosen book down and takes the extra class he sees Dean brought. "What's up?"

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[weirddreams]

Sam scoffs even though he didn't need the extra information. "I said don't sleep with her first thing, not how good you ar- Never mind. I'm not going to go there."

He sees that Dean is taking it more seriously, and grabs his tablet in the palm of his hand. "Why not that new place that opened up a stone's throw from here?" He pulls up the details from his google feed and opens the page, handing it over. New restaurant and bar opening soon in Lebanon, it reads.

[dudeimbatman]

Dean grins, thoroughly pleased with Sam's reaction. He likes being able to make Sam squirm if nothing else.

He takes the tablet, scrolling a little as he looks at the details then nods. It doesn't seem too fancy, which is important to him. Later if Jo wants to do something fancy, Dean will agree, but fancy right now will just result in him being awkward, and probably her as well. "I could do that." He finds the opening date, notes it and hands the tablet back to Sam. "I'll let you know what she says. Now I just have to find a case."

[weirddreams]

Jerk.

The bar restaurant should be comfortably in the middle. The important thing is that no one is likely to come back with stomach issues due to undercooked food or questionable roadside standards. Surely a newly opened place would want to make a good impression to draw in a customer base. "Glad to help." He takes back the tablet even though he has another suggestion, shaking his head. "If you would have listened to me already and activated the link, you can look at the hunters board Charlie and I created anytime. There's things popping up all the time."

[dudeimbatman]

Dean grumbles something about hunting, job boards, and technology. "Yeah, yeah. I've got the link bookmarked. I'll find something. I'm going to tell her that you and Ruby have plans already." God forbid he just tell her he'd like to spend some time with her.

[weirddreams]

Sam almost pinches the bridge of his nods but turns his head to stop himself. Dean will be Dean. Even ten years later, Sam still gets emails for things Dean signed up for to weed out for him. "I'm sure Ruby and I can find a reason to excuse ourselves if Jo asks. Okay, yeah. I know you can." Sam turns his head. There is a time where he can distinctly remember asking Dean for advice.