"Does this place have anywhere I can wash the sand out of my hair?"
Dean almost shot a glance at Faith at those words, but cuaght his head in mid turn. "Sure does. I know how that feels, too. We came in a puff of greasy smoke and burnt plastic. Took forever to wash out the smell." Dean shieled his mouth in a mock whisper. "Sam here's still trying, but we don't say anything. Let me show you the way. Ma'am?" he finished as he gestured her to head first down the hall. On the way past Sam, however, he did turn to look at him and grin.
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[Dean0] Hello (tag Isabel, Sam, open)
Date: 2006-08-27 12:29 pm (UTC)Dean almost shot a glance at Faith at those words, but cuaght his head in mid turn. "Sure does. I know how that feels, too. We came in a puff of greasy smoke and burnt plastic. Took forever to wash out the smell." Dean shieled his mouth in a mock whisper. "Sam here's still trying, but we don't say anything. Let me show you the way. Ma'am?" he finished as he gestured her to head first down the hall. On the way past Sam, however, he did turn to look at him and grin.