[No chance of turning on him, but while Sam does his deal Dean watches him carefully. This isn't the same guy he left at a park bench bus stop back home. So far he's not sure how different, but it's the little things. He's not erratic, and he's in full control, no under the skin stress or tension just apprehension and world-weariness. Something Dean can definitely relate to.
When the knife is handed over Dean does the honors. First, he pours the water over the blade and makes a small surface cut over his forearm. After that, there's a swig and a spit just to prove nobody's got the wheel but him.]
We okay?
[Dean flips Sam's knife right around and hands it over to him with the hilt in his direction. The flask stays in the other hand to foist over next.]
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When the knife is handed over Dean does the honors. First, he pours the water over the blade and makes a small surface cut over his forearm. After that, there's a swig and a spit just to prove nobody's got the wheel but him.]
We okay?
[Dean flips Sam's knife right around and hands it over to him with the hilt in his direction. The flask stays in the other hand to foist over next.]