( Well, this can't be good. . . . )

It hadn't taken much to convince Sam to take him to Lana's room instead of the attic, probably mostly because that was one less flight of stairs to drag Dean's sorry ass up ( Read more... )

Dean sat hunched on his bed, picking at the GPS anklet with the end of his toothbrush (the sharpest thing he could get his hands on at the moment). It made it easier for him to pretend his hands weren't shaking ( Read more... )

Dean was woken up by his cellphone beeping loudly in his ear. He blearily sat up and peered at it.

1 Message Received

". . . the hell?" He flipped it open, mashed at the buttons for a few moments, and finally got the text opened.

29.95 -90.2"Motherfucker." Dean snapped the phone closed and thumped his head into his pillow for a moment, then ( Read more... )

The drive from Bobby's place in South Dakota to Milieux was a long one, even for someone who drove like Dean did. By the time he got back to the house, he was ready to just stumble in, fall over into Lana's bed, and just crash ( Read more... )

( Dean lost the Impala in the middle of a corn field )

Dean was out washing his car, and trying not to think too hard about the last time he'd touched his car like this.

When she hadn't been a car. . . .

So he had the car's stereo on, having put in what he'd thought was going to be Pantera, but turned out to be Best of Queen ( Read more... )

Dean had finally decided to hit up Lana's aunt's place in Metropolis first, and had a small box of photos tucked under the front seat of the Impala. It'd made for a decent opening act, but now was time for the real show ( Read more... )

Dean was just getting back in from the Earl of Rochester's party, moving quietly just in case Lana and Marie were asleep or something.

[ooc: for Lana and Marie and the telling of the tragic tale of Lana's not-baby]

Dean had fallen asleep on the hood of the impala, book lying open on his face. He snorted into it once, rolled over, and fell off the side, sending the book flying to smack hard into the sidewall of the right front tire, dust circling up into the air, into Dean's eyes ( Read more... )