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[With how things have been the last few months, Dean isn't quite sure he knows up from down. Coming from home, after things were so bad and uncertain there, it's something of a mess to land into here, with a war and a giant snake and alien overlords wanting their help. He's seen Sam die again, he's been tortured, tormented, mocked about Hell, and then Jo and Castiel turned up. Dead people, like them and Gabriel, showing up from home without any idea that they have barely any time left. It's not fair and he wishes he could do a damn thing about it.
Then Sam went home, and only a couple of weeks later he's back, and from a time ahead of him, with more Lucifer on the brain than ever before and Dean is frightened for his little brother. He knows Sam is keeping it bottled up, they both do stuff like that. Hell, he's the one who taught Sam to do that with his feelings and his problems. Still, it's enough to drive a guy crazy, worrying this much.
Dean has taken to driving around the city, pulling up in random places, and just exploring bit by bit, when he's not overloaded with work. There are only so many cars he can fix, and some days there aren't any to work on. Days like today. So, Dean explores, he drinks coffee that's a little bit Irish with the scotch in it, and he finds himself distracted by people and the noises of the city, and dammit all he wishes he could just hit the open road, but the roads here all lead back around, they all lead into this same damn city, and he's not at all sure what to do anymore.
At least, however, he has something to talk to Sam and Castiel about, if he can bring himself to care enough about anything anymore. Sometimes, he wonders what the point is. If the world is suicidal, and he has to keep taking the bullets out of the gun, he's tempted instead to just hand over the rope to let the world hang itself.]
(( OOC: Find Dean anywhere you like. He'll be wandering all over the city. ♥ ))
Then Sam went home, and only a couple of weeks later he's back, and from a time ahead of him, with more Lucifer on the brain than ever before and Dean is frightened for his little brother. He knows Sam is keeping it bottled up, they both do stuff like that. Hell, he's the one who taught Sam to do that with his feelings and his problems. Still, it's enough to drive a guy crazy, worrying this much.
Dean has taken to driving around the city, pulling up in random places, and just exploring bit by bit, when he's not overloaded with work. There are only so many cars he can fix, and some days there aren't any to work on. Days like today. So, Dean explores, he drinks coffee that's a little bit Irish with the scotch in it, and he finds himself distracted by people and the noises of the city, and dammit all he wishes he could just hit the open road, but the roads here all lead back around, they all lead into this same damn city, and he's not at all sure what to do anymore.
At least, however, he has something to talk to Sam and Castiel about, if he can bring himself to care enough about anything anymore. Sometimes, he wonders what the point is. If the world is suicidal, and he has to keep taking the bullets out of the gun, he's tempted instead to just hand over the rope to let the world hang itself.]
(( OOC: Find Dean anywhere you like. He'll be wandering all over the city. ♥ ))