It hadn't been much of a mission, honestly. Mostly research and trying to track down a particular myth that, for the moment, seemed to be in the wind. It was frustrating, but Sam hadn't run into anything that he couldn't handle. Which, for the moment, he's counting as a win.
As the snowglobe deposits him back at the Pole, Sam can practically feel that something's changed. He's just set the globe back in place when one of the Yetis approaches, getting his attention and pointing to another section of the workshop. "Something needs my attention?" he asks, starting to walk that direction.
It's not until he hears his brother's voice, though, that Sam realizes just WHAT needs his attention. "Dean!" Sam breaks away from the Yeti, long legs eating up the distance. He glances up to the turtles (okay, yes, there are ninja turtles here and he's gotten used to this stuff), then drops down to Dean's side.
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As the snowglobe deposits him back at the Pole, Sam can practically feel that something's changed. He's just set the globe back in place when one of the Yetis approaches, getting his attention and pointing to another section of the workshop. "Something needs my attention?" he asks, starting to walk that direction.
It's not until he hears his brother's voice, though, that Sam realizes just WHAT needs his attention. "Dean!" Sam breaks away from the Yeti, long legs eating up the distance. He glances up to the turtles (okay, yes, there are ninja turtles here and he's gotten used to this stuff), then drops down to Dean's side.