Carriage House front porch, Monday around noon
Dean woke up on Monday with absolutely no sense of time and the firm conviction that he was ridiculously sick of the sight of his apartment and if he didn't get the hell out of there, mono or no, he was possibly going to start stabbing the walls.
Which was why he was now sitting on the front porch instead, dressed in sweat pants and a ratty t-shirt, clutching a cup of coffee like it might fly away and looking exhausted.
Mono sucked, but Dean had decided that cabin fever sucked a lot more. Besides, he'd listened to his messages and discovered that Nick had headed back home, and his fellow police officers had decided to promote him to defacto sheriff.
Mostly 'cause he was the only one who wasn't there to object.
He promised to rule fairly.
[ooc: I'm baaaack! Open!]
Which was why he was now sitting on the front porch instead, dressed in sweat pants and a ratty t-shirt, clutching a cup of coffee like it might fly away and looking exhausted.
Mono sucked, but Dean had decided that cabin fever sucked a lot more. Besides, he'd listened to his messages and discovered that Nick had headed back home, and his fellow police officers had decided to promote him to defacto sheriff.
Mostly 'cause he was the only one who wasn't there to object.
He promised to rule fairly.
[ooc: I'm baaaack! Open!]