Two years of living in pretty much one place hadn't erased a lifetime of being able to pack up and go at a moment's notice. It didn't take long for Dean to sort through his things, figure out what he actually needed to take with him, and get the Impala loaded up ( Read more... )

Dean was giving the Impala a tune up. Tightening all the bits that needed to be tightened, adjusting the things that needed adjusting, changing the things that needed changing ( Read more... )

Lana had been getting a little concerned about Dean. All right, more than a little concerned to tell the truth. Which was why she'd decided to see if she could track him down - with not so much success actually. She made her way to a number of places he might be found, leaving notes for him as she went ( Read more... )

Meg was terrible. She was terrible and having awful, gut wrenching thoughts. So getting out of the apartment was a must. She was either crying or throwing dishes and she couldn't afford to lose anymore glasses. What was wrong with her? Dean was alive, Sam was back with her, Matthew had a good mommy...

Frowning, she flicked open the knife Dean had ( Read more... )

Dean had tried going back to his place. Sort of. Briefly, anyway. But the whole "back from the dead" thing had him anxious and the vague threat of horrible nightmares had him twitchy and sleepless. So he'd decided to try for more familiar, comforting surroundings.

Which, for a guy who grew up in random motels, meant getting a room. Where he ( Read more... )

Dean was on a mission. A mission from God. A mission of many steps.

Step 1: get some damned water already. The water to the abandoned houses near where he'd woken up had all been shut off ages ago, so it was a bit of a trek to make it to a part of the town where this step could be accomplished ( Read more... )

Dean kind of wanted to beat on things with other, heavy things. Or shoot something. Or scream ( Read more... )

Meg woke up before the sun with a craving for waffles and bacon. Being a good boyfriend, Sam agreed to go and get them for her.

Unfortunately, something happened while he was in Der Waffle Haus. Sam was gone, but all of the npc workers and customers were dead.

[mostly establishy, but open for reactions, investigations, reaping, etc.]

To celebrate the nice weather, the kitchen staff decided on a barbeque theme for the daily specials.

Daily Specials
BBQ Ribs
Coleslaw
Potato Salad
Jello

Sam was totally cool with that. He liked ribs.

[no ocd; Sam's last public post before Very Bad Things happen]

The thing with deputies quitting without notice, it seemed, was that it involved a lot of paperwork ( Read more... )