Room 420, Tuesday Morning
Dean picked up his phone and made the call he'd been putting off because he had wanted to make sure his temper was under control before he called.
"This is John Winchester. Leave a message."
"Hey, Dad, just how carefully did you check this place out before you sent us here? Because aside from all the other weirdness I told you about, guess who I ran into in the common room yesterday morning?
"A demon.
"Yep, that's right, Dad, you sent us to a school that has demons for students. Okay, he says he's only a half demon and that he's trying to atone or some shit so it's not like he's running around ripping people limb from limb or some shit, but still. It's the kinda thing a guy likes a bit of a warning for, y'know?
"I did end up getting a date out of it though. Dawn Summers -- Sammy's roommate? -- was there and we got talking about demons and fighting them and all and I kinda asked her out for coffee. She's smart and funny, on top of being really cute. She's been dealing with evil nasties almost as long as we have, although she says she's more on the research side of things. Seems like there's this whole organization out there fighting and she's part of it. She's really cool and I like her a lot.
"Of course I'm not sure how Sammy's going to react, but I guess I'll just have to deal with that when it happens.
"Speaking of Sammy, when was the last time you made sure he got a haircut? Because even he couldn't remember and he was getting more than a little shaggy. Don't worry, I took care of it. But just keep it in mind if I ever go missing again -- Sammy will let it grow down to his chin if you don't poke him about it.
"Other than that, nothing really earth shattering to tell you. I met some more people, hung out with some I already know. Just the usual.
"Y'know, aside from the demon.
"Hope the hunt is going okay, Dad. I wouldn't mind if you, y'know, called me back sometime."
Dean disconnected the phone, flopped back on the bed and dropped it beside him. It had been one week now and Dad hadn't answered his phone or called him or Sammy. He knew Dad was busy, but it would be nice if he could check in occasionally. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He should get up and do something, but for the moment staring up at the ceiling seemed like a fun pastime to do.
[ooc: door's open if anyone wants to come talk.]
"This is John Winchester. Leave a message."
"Hey, Dad, just how carefully did you check this place out before you sent us here? Because aside from all the other weirdness I told you about, guess who I ran into in the common room yesterday morning?
"A demon.
"Yep, that's right, Dad, you sent us to a school that has demons for students. Okay, he says he's only a half demon and that he's trying to atone or some shit so it's not like he's running around ripping people limb from limb or some shit, but still. It's the kinda thing a guy likes a bit of a warning for, y'know?
"I did end up getting a date out of it though. Dawn Summers -- Sammy's roommate? -- was there and we got talking about demons and fighting them and all and I kinda asked her out for coffee. She's smart and funny, on top of being really cute. She's been dealing with evil nasties almost as long as we have, although she says she's more on the research side of things. Seems like there's this whole organization out there fighting and she's part of it. She's really cool and I like her a lot.
"Of course I'm not sure how Sammy's going to react, but I guess I'll just have to deal with that when it happens.
"Speaking of Sammy, when was the last time you made sure he got a haircut? Because even he couldn't remember and he was getting more than a little shaggy. Don't worry, I took care of it. But just keep it in mind if I ever go missing again -- Sammy will let it grow down to his chin if you don't poke him about it.
"Other than that, nothing really earth shattering to tell you. I met some more people, hung out with some I already know. Just the usual.
"Y'know, aside from the demon.
"Hope the hunt is going okay, Dad. I wouldn't mind if you, y'know, called me back sometime."
Dean disconnected the phone, flopped back on the bed and dropped it beside him. It had been one week now and Dad hadn't answered his phone or called him or Sammy. He knew Dad was busy, but it would be nice if he could check in occasionally. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He should get up and do something, but for the moment staring up at the ceiling seemed like a fun pastime to do.
[ooc: door's open if anyone wants to come talk.]