it's time I was on my way.

May 28, 2009 13:16

[[Replies here might be kind of scattered, since I just moved & internet access is a bit scarce.]]

For as much as Dean loves his car, and for as grateful as he is that she managed to make it through the Rift with him, she doesn't make for the best sleeping arrangements. The backseat is cozy enough for other things, sure, but Dean's not exactly small, and he wakes with awful cramps in his legs and a headache like none other - although maybe that's more the result of mainlining tequila than anything else.

He's parked about a block from his and Sam's hotel, but instead of going back there - Sam's probably still sleeping off his hangover, but he doesn't want to risk Sam waking up just yet - he finds the nearest establishment so that he can get a bit cleaned up.

Oddly enough, he isn't hungry yet - which, again, tequila, but Dean's been known to have an appetite in the face of everything - so he's just walking around town trying to get some air. Trying not to think too hard about what happened the night before. And, hey, maybe while he's wandering around, he can look for some honest work. Pool money only gets him and Sam so far.

sam winchester, john dorian (j.d.), dean winchester, gabe seagram

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