[There's something there, and it's one of those moments where Dean would probably shoot someone if it meant he could have Sam here to bounce ideas off of, Sam's ginormous brain to store important details in so he doesn't have to remember them all. Dean holds up a finger to forestall any more questions or comments, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he glances around the room again, looking for whatever's set him on edge.
Some of it's been moved; that's why he didn't catch it, not at first. The chair should be in the other corner, the clock's been switched, the bed used; but the rest of it. He's familiar with the rest of it.]
Hold on. [Dean was going to dig the file back out of where it's curled in his coat pocket anyway, but now he grabs it up pointedly, already flipping it open and scanning.]
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Date: 2013-01-01 05:31 am (UTC)From:[There's something there, and it's one of those moments where Dean would probably shoot someone if it meant he could have Sam here to bounce ideas off of, Sam's ginormous brain to store important details in so he doesn't have to remember them all. Dean holds up a finger to forestall any more questions or comments, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he glances around the room again, looking for whatever's set him on edge.
Some of it's been moved; that's why he didn't catch it, not at first. The chair should be in the other corner, the clock's been switched, the bed used; but the rest of it. He's familiar with the rest of it.]
Hold on. [Dean was going to dig the file back out of where it's curled in his coat pocket anyway, but now he grabs it up pointedly, already flipping it open and scanning.]