( Sam tries his best not to look too alarmed at that combo of drove and motorcycle and crash coming from Jack's mouth, but he probably doesn't succeed with the way he feels his eyebrows raise to his hairline. )
Motorcycle - five times - ( Sam purses his lips before all of his worry can spill out, because clearly, Jack is fine, he's standing right in front of him, whole and unhurt. Jack also has that familiar, expectant look on his face, clearly waiting for his approval, and Sam can't bring himself to dampen that excitement. So instead, Sam rubs his hand across his mouth, then breathes out as much of his his anxieties as he can. He's spent enough of them worrying about Dean, anyway. )
That's great, Jack, really. I'm sure they appreciated the help. ( Sam affectionately pats Jack's shoulder, then chuckles a little despite himself - Jack is the only one who could learn how to drive by crashing it and just... getting back up again. It's very Winchester, he has to admit.
When did Jack even learned how to drive?, Sam thinks. How did I miss that?. A strange melancholy washes over him, and Sam doesn't have the first clue where it came from or what to do with it, so he pushes forward. )
Is your bike alright? It must have taken some damage. I could drive us to the bowling alley, if you'd like. ( And maybe Sam isn't quite ready to see Jack drive a motorcycle himself, no matter that he knows he doesn't have to worry about Jack getting his head smashed open - and, well, now that though is in his head, so Sam quickly turns off the lights to finish closing up the shop. )
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Motorcycle - five times - ( Sam purses his lips before all of his worry can spill out, because clearly, Jack is fine, he's standing right in front of him, whole and unhurt. Jack also has that familiar, expectant look on his face, clearly waiting for his approval, and Sam can't bring himself to dampen that excitement. So instead, Sam rubs his hand across his mouth, then breathes out as much of his his anxieties as he can. He's spent enough of them worrying about Dean, anyway. )
That's great, Jack, really. I'm sure they appreciated the help. ( Sam affectionately pats Jack's shoulder, then chuckles a little despite himself - Jack is the only one who could learn how to drive by crashing it and just... getting back up again. It's very Winchester, he has to admit.
When did Jack even learned how to drive?, Sam thinks. How did I miss that?. A strange melancholy washes over him, and Sam doesn't have the first clue where it came from or what to do with it, so he pushes forward. )
Is your bike alright? It must have taken some damage. I could drive us to the bowling alley, if you'd like. ( And maybe Sam isn't quite ready to see Jack drive a motorcycle himself, no matter that he knows he doesn't have to worry about Jack getting his head smashed open - and, well, now that though is in his head, so Sam quickly turns off the lights to finish closing up the shop. )