Waiting for Steven Taylor

[dean_actually]

*Dean paces up and down, waiting. He doesn't care showing he is nervous, he is.
No point in pretending. And Taylor may not show up after all, might just be playing cat and mouse, for lack of better entertainment.

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[steventaylor]

Dean. I trust you were not waiting long?

[dean_actually]

Does it matter?

*his hands are deep in his jacket's pockets, fists closed and tense.*

[steventaylor]

Temper, temper, little one.

*Steven smiles.*

Lets go for a walk.

[dean_actually]

*there are at least four different warning bells ringing in Dean's head.*

Fine.