[ Sam giving him a blank slate for any future events is a kind gesture, one he knows he can't take. It tempts him but knowing that Sam and Dean survive. That they raise Jack. That he's seemingly still with them... it's enough. Keeping them safe, helping them traverse the path Heaven forced them on... it's all he's ever wanted.
He touches the top of the beer, lets his fingers trace over the rim, while his thoughts linger on all the questions he wants to ask. It's telling that all of them have no tactical or strategic value. His mouth quirks. The only thing he wants to know are the details. The moments like these. The subject didn't matter only the feeling. Letting his fingers slide down the bottle, gripping it, he picks it up and takes a drink taking note of the taste. Not bad, but not good either. ]
Thank you, Sam. But I think it would be best if you only tell me what I need to know.
[ He licks his lips and listens while Sam explains, taking a bite of the sandwich Sam prepared him. The first bite almost derails his thoughts and he looks at Sam telling him 'It's good', before washing it down with another drink of the beer. Munching happily at the hand made food, he takes it all in, word for word, trying to piece together how to do what Sam wants him to do. It's only when he mentions the bunker that his brows crease and he stops picking at the crumbs to question him. ]
no subject
He touches the top of the beer, lets his fingers trace over the rim, while his thoughts linger on all the questions he wants to ask. It's telling that all of them have no tactical or strategic value. His mouth quirks. The only thing he wants to know are the details. The moments like these. The subject didn't matter only the feeling. Letting his fingers slide down the bottle, gripping it, he picks it up and takes a drink taking note of the taste. Not bad, but not good either. ]
Thank you, Sam. But I think it would be best if you only tell me what I need to know.
[ He licks his lips and listens while Sam explains, taking a bite of the sandwich Sam prepared him. The first bite almost derails his thoughts and he looks at Sam telling him 'It's good', before washing it down with another drink of the beer. Munching happily at the hand made food, he takes it all in, word for word, trying to piece together how to do what Sam wants him to do. It's only when he mentions the bunker that his brows crease and he stops picking at the crumbs to question him. ]
What bunker?