Room 438, Wednesday
The room was looking pretty bare as Dean worked on finishing up the last of his packing. There were two piles: the duffles he was taking with him, and the last load of stuff in boxes he was leaving down at the house in town.
He was trying to avoid looking around himself too much; it was really weird to see this place which had come to feel like home look like just another dorm room. It was hitting home harder than he'd expected that he was leaving today.
[ooc: door and post are open for anyone who wants to say goodbye to Dean]
He was trying to avoid looking around himself too much; it was really weird to see this place which had come to feel like home look like just another dorm room. It was hitting home harder than he'd expected that he was leaving today.
[ooc: door and post are open for anyone who wants to say goodbye to Dean]