[Dean focuses a considerable amount of his attention on the hand in his pocket. It's a small reward for being good so far, especially when he really doesn't want to be. Playing the part is so much easier when he's not longing for their brand new couch and a cold beer.
At the mention of help, though...]
If you wanna help, I'm not going to object. Sammy here's built like an ox so it's not going to be any skin off his back if it's just us doing it. A lot of what's left is heavy.
[Sam's obviously the one more adept at this right now. Then again, he's always been the one with the charm. It had to be his eyes and his babyface.]
[It might be a small reward, but there's the promise of something much bigger later, though not before the new couch is thoroughly broken in by the three of them collapsing onto it with beer and lemonade. After that, of course, there's also a new bed to be tested in any number of ways.
The offer of help would be tempting if they were anyone else, but the fact of the matter was that there were a lot of things in those boxes that they didn't want their new neighbors to see. Most of the weapons were still on lockdown in the trunk, but there were a few boxes of books and other ticklish items still in the backseat of the Impala that Anita would be handling herself. She had carried a few of them in so far, but there were still a couple more to be shoved somewhere out of sight before anyone got too curious.
Truth be told, aside from rental furniture and their hunting gear, they didn't have much. They'd all grown accustomed to living their lives out of backpacks and overnight bags -- the boys had been doing it even longer than Anita had.]
Appreciated, but Sam's right, the three of us can handle it. We don't want to take up any more of your day. Besides, we don't have that much left to carry in. These two are used to heavy lifting.
[Or, you know. Grave digging. Physical labor, at any rate.]
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At the mention of help, though...]
If you wanna help, I'm not going to object. Sammy here's built like an ox so it's not going to be any skin off his back if it's just us doing it. A lot of what's left is heavy.
[Sam's obviously the one more adept at this right now. Then again, he's always been the one with the charm. It had to be his eyes and his babyface.]
I'm sure we can handle it. Thanks for the offer.
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The offer of help would be tempting if they were anyone else, but the fact of the matter was that there were a lot of things in those boxes that they didn't want their new neighbors to see. Most of the weapons were still on lockdown in the trunk, but there were a few boxes of books and other ticklish items still in the backseat of the Impala that Anita would be handling herself. She had carried a few of them in so far, but there were still a couple more to be shoved somewhere out of sight before anyone got too curious.
Truth be told, aside from rental furniture and their hunting gear, they didn't have much. They'd all grown accustomed to living their lives out of backpacks and overnight bags -- the boys had been doing it even longer than Anita had.]
Appreciated, but Sam's right, the three of us can handle it. We don't want to take up any more of your day. Besides, we don't have that much left to carry in. These two are used to heavy lifting.
[Or, you know. Grave digging. Physical labor, at any rate.]