Caffeine Boost (for Niki)
Ever since he had found himself exiled from Where and dumped in a strange version of New York, Dean had alternated between periods of rage and despair. These fueled his drive to kill off any supernatural entities that got too close, drink a lot and win a lot of card games. He was getting an unsavory reputation amongst a lot of the seedy areas, so he decided to take a walk in the more gentrified area.
Eventually, he stopped at a small coffee shop, of the kind Sam would frequent when he wanted a quiet place to research and drink disgustingly sweet java beverages. Dean ordered a large black coffee and slumped into one of the overstuffed sofas, sipping the strong brew and trying to decide what to do with himself. Somewhere in this crazy world, there might be a Sam, Hell, even his Sam, but Dean did not know where to start looking. Besides, he hated to leave New Tork, in case Where decided to dump Sam here, too.
Eventually, he stopped at a small coffee shop, of the kind Sam would frequent when he wanted a quiet place to research and drink disgustingly sweet java beverages. Dean ordered a large black coffee and slumped into one of the overstuffed sofas, sipping the strong brew and trying to decide what to do with himself. Somewhere in this crazy world, there might be a Sam, Hell, even his Sam, but Dean did not know where to start looking. Besides, he hated to leave New Tork, in case Where decided to dump Sam here, too.