Police station, Thursday
Dean was in his office.
He had an office. How weird was that?
He was sorting through the large amount of paperwork that had apparently managed to pile up after Nick had left and kind of wishing he was still out sick. He had the door closed, but kept one eye on it.
If Sam was going to show up to punch him, which he figured was likely -- Dean kind of wanted to punch himself for the way he'd acted yesterday -- he wanted to make sure the kid closed the door behind him, first. No need to get decked by his younger brother in front of his coworkers -- now employees -- twice. It was unseemly.
[ooc: open. no ocd. That Sam showed is cool for broadcast, the reason not so much, please.]
He had an office. How weird was that?
He was sorting through the large amount of paperwork that had apparently managed to pile up after Nick had left and kind of wishing he was still out sick. He had the door closed, but kept one eye on it.
If Sam was going to show up to punch him, which he figured was likely -- Dean kind of wanted to punch himself for the way he'd acted yesterday -- he wanted to make sure the kid closed the door behind him, first. No need to get decked by his younger brother in front of his coworkers -- now employees -- twice. It was unseemly.
[ooc: open. no ocd. That Sam showed is cool for broadcast, the reason not so much, please.]