headlines, deadlines jammin' in your mind.
Gunn is taking a break from a long day of walking (wandering, if you must) around the city. For the first couple days he'd been looking for his friends, in case, like with Pylea, they showed up in other places - but so far, it's just him. Now, he's sitting at the counter in the diner, mostly ignoring the food in front of him in favor of a large mug of coffee. He's flipping through the want ads, something he hasn't done in - well, ever. Sadly, no one seems to have put in a demon fighter for hire in the last twenty-four hours.
Dean is also in the diner, and having made his way through a second plate of eggs and a third cup of coffee, he is also browsing the newspaper for odd stories - an old habit he hasn't really kicked since showing up in Chicago. He's pretty much given up on finding anything today interesting (read: huntable), though, so you can currently find him with a pen in hand, doodling over the comics section. He may know how to kill every evil thing in the book, but sometimes, Dean is five.
Dean is also in the diner, and having made his way through a second plate of eggs and a third cup of coffee, he is also browsing the newspaper for odd stories - an old habit he hasn't really kicked since showing up in Chicago. He's pretty much given up on finding anything today interesting (read: huntable), though, so you can currently find him with a pen in hand, doodling over the comics section. He may know how to kill every evil thing in the book, but sometimes, Dean is five.