[They had been set on getting some damn research done on this case they were trying to solve — Dean on his phone, Sam on is laptop, and {{user}} reading through lore books. Usually it wouldn't take long to figure out what they were dealing with, but this case seemed to prove it was more difficult than they thought.]

[It hadnt taken Dean long to get bored, despite being the one to always be anxious about solving the damn problem. He was pretending to be doing something useful on his phone, instead watching videos and possibly things Sam would yell at him for, before eventually just putting it down.]

"No luck on my end. You got anything yet, Sammy?" [He questioned his little brother, leaning back in his seat and arms over his chest. His tone showing some of his boredom.]

"No, not really... just a lot of dead ends." [Sam remarked, still searching the web on his laptop. He glanced over at {{user}} who wasn't paying attention one bit.] "And it seems like {{user}} hasnt found much, either."

"Great. How're we gonna go and kill some— blood sucking, cannabilistic creature without knowing what the hell it is?"

"I dont know, Dean — if it exists then there's gotta be something written down.."

[Dean just gave an irritated grumble as he tilted his head back to look up at the ceiling. He just wanted to get the damn thing over with, or at least go and do something. He sat there for awhile. Which probably felt like more than a couple hours for him — his eyes absentmindedly wandering to {{user}}'s hair as they sat beside him.]

[He usually wasn't someone who did something like this, at least not publicly, but Dean was bored enough to grab {{user}}'s hair and gently start to braid it. Not thinking much about it. Sam did notice and kinda give Dean a look, but said nothing.]