Robin's reply is hardly surprising and Sam doesn't bother hiding a quiet laugh behind another sip from his bottle. Of course the puck would look at it that way, of course he'd find opportunity in the weakness of others.
And, if Sam's completely honest, it doesn't sound too unlike Dean. The Dean of his past, anyway. The one he'd lost so long ago.
The impression is short-lived, however, as Robin's easy smile fades, his tone turning more serious in a way that catches Sam's attention immediately, that wariness in his gut winding tighter as he listens. He isn't used to being praised for hunting, has never found it something to be particularly proud of. And he can't help but wonder what it is Robin wants from him.
"A she," Sam repeats, watching him carefully. "A friend of yours?"
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Date: 2013-02-11 06:49 am (UTC)And, if Sam's completely honest, it doesn't sound too unlike Dean. The Dean of his past, anyway. The one he'd lost so long ago.
The impression is short-lived, however, as Robin's easy smile fades, his tone turning more serious in a way that catches Sam's attention immediately, that wariness in his gut winding tighter as he listens. He isn't used to being praised for hunting, has never found it something to be particularly proud of. And he can't help but wonder what it is Robin wants from him.
"A she," Sam repeats, watching him carefully. "A friend of yours?"