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Dean woke up feeling a little weird. Not hungover-weird, which he could deal with (actually, which he'd almost enjoy at the moment, as it would imply a recent consumption of alcohol), but... wanting-to-take-a-walk weird.
He hadn't had any particular desire to explore previously, but he could just be getting stir-crazy or something. That made sense. Maybe he'd go look for roller coasters.
...Except that when he stepped outside, he found himself heading straight for the entrance of the park, where he was pretty sure there were no roller coasters to be found. He tried changing courses a few times, but kept getting the sense that he was supposed to be heading toward...
He blinked when he finally came to the door he'd been inexplicably drawn to. An ice cream parlor?
Maybe his subconscious liked him, after all. Shrugging, he opened the door and stepped inside.
He hadn't had any particular desire to explore previously, but he could just be getting stir-crazy or something. That made sense. Maybe he'd go look for roller coasters.
...Except that when he stepped outside, he found himself heading straight for the entrance of the park, where he was pretty sure there were no roller coasters to be found. He tried changing courses a few times, but kept getting the sense that he was supposed to be heading toward...
He blinked when he finally came to the door he'd been inexplicably drawn to. An ice cream parlor?
Maybe his subconscious liked him, after all. Shrugging, he opened the door and stepped inside.