a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
Dean’s just watching TV, channel surfing mostly because so far nothing good is on. But then something catches his eye and he sits up, eyes locking on the screen. It’s been pretty rainy outside so he hasn’t gone out of the motel to grab a newspaper, thankfully the headline was also being broadcasted on the News Channel as well at this exact moment.
❝Hey Sammy, you might wanna see this.❞
sam never particularly likes when it’s raining. sure, it can be beautiful, but it generally means he and dean are trapped in a motel room or in the impala when they should be working a case. today, it’s a motel room. attempting to make the best of it, he’s sat at the table with the laptop, looking for something, a n y t h i n g . but it’s slow work, as much as he does like research, and so dean’s call falls quite favorably on his ears.