[ Fucking hell, he just wants to get up, but Boots is heavy and will throw a fit and if he goes out there, then Sam's going to be waiting and give him an interrogation, too. Or tell him he shouldn't have gone out on his own like he's a goddamn child.
Boots huffs out a breath, and opens one eye, squinting at him, before settling in more heavily. Apparently he's not moving either way. ]
It's - sure, fine. We don't ever need to talk about that. Hell, just pretend like it didn't happen.
[ It's fine, like Dean had spilled some juice in the bunker or something. It's fine, it doesn't matter. ]
no subject
Boots huffs out a breath, and opens one eye, squinting at him, before settling in more heavily. Apparently he's not moving either way. ]
It's - sure, fine. We don't ever need to talk about that. Hell, just pretend like it didn't happen.
[ It's fine, like Dean had spilled some juice in the bunker or something. It's fine, it doesn't matter. ]