οΌ he knows teamwork. the seamless sort, that settles in the silence between people with a common cause. sam doesn't even feel twitchy about having the guy at his six, because if he's gotten any impression of him so far it's that this comes first.
so sam slips into the cavern, checks on the people. three civilians, one with a broken leg. they had rain shields, but they got lost in a flash flood, along with most of their supplies. sam listens sympathetically, nodding the whole while, and pulls food and water out of the bag he'd packed in. once they're set up, fed and hydrated as well as they can manage now, sam gestures for dean to follow him back from the entrance a ways.
the rain's coming down now in sheets outside. they can't go back now, unless dean can do that nifty trick on more than just one person.
once they're out of earshot, he gives his head a shake. οΌ
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so sam slips into the cavern, checks on the people. three civilians, one with a broken leg. they had rain shields, but they got lost in a flash flood, along with most of their supplies. sam listens sympathetically, nodding the whole while, and pulls food and water out of the bag he'd packed in. once they're set up, fed and hydrated as well as they can manage now, sam gestures for dean to follow him back from the entrance a ways.
the rain's coming down now in sheets outside. they can't go back now, unless dean can do that nifty trick on more than just one person.
once they're out of earshot, he gives his head a shake. οΌ
How much magic mojo you got left?