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[holyhedonist]

[ You find yourself in a church, dimly lit with sputtering candles covering every available tabletop. It's quiet -- eerily so -- and the air is stale. You're standing in the middle of the aisle facing the front door. You could walk out if you wanted, something in the back of your mind assuring you it's not locked, but you feel compelled to stay for

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I got dragged here, for the record. B(

[mulletrockking]

[A church. Right. Cute. Dean's pretty sure he knows who's behind it, but then...Well, there are worse places he could be dumped. Even if being in this place reminds him uncomfortably of St. Mary's. And, really, the whole concept of a loving God is pretty laughable to him to begin with, given what he sees day in and day out.

But he's here, and he might as well have a look around, because he's sure there's something stupid they're wanting to show him with bringing him here. What, he hasn't the foggiest idea, and in the long run it'll be something he'll have a 'no shit' attitude about, because it always is.

He makes his way up the center aisle, glancing from one end of the open space to the other as he does so, before spotting the confessor's booth, and shrugs slightly to himself. If they're going to bring him here, he's going to at least entertain himself.

When he reaches the booth, he slips inside and closes the door behind him before making himself comfortable, taking another moment to look around. These places are kind of cramped, right? And it kind of smells like a library, to Dean.

But he clears his throat, trying to remember what you're supposed to say and failing entirely.]

So this is where I tell you all my deep, dark, naughty secrets and you give me a little slap on the metaphorical wrist so I can get my wings when the trumpets blow, right?

The more the merrier. 8)

[holyhedonist]

[ There's a small reprieve between Tom and Dean during which Vincent allows himself a few minutes to reflect. Tom's confession was intense and touched on a few things Vincent himself isn't ready to address. Truthfully, he's thankful for the chance to shift the focus to someone else for a while, and Dean presents a very welcome distraction with his cocky attitude.

Normally, Vincent would point out that this wasn't that kind of church, although there were striking similarities, but the urge to jerk him around for as long as he can is overwhelming. He leans forward in his chair and affects a neutral tone that belies the smirk on his face. ]

Yes, if you want to approach it that way.