Around Fandom, Thursday
Dean had spent most of Wednesday night in Gracie's room. watching her sleep and listening to her breathe. He'd gotten a little sleep with his hand wrapped around his Vkandis medal, but it wasn't much. He wasn't expecting to get much sleep until they got his family back.
Once dawn had broke, he made some coffee in the kitchen, then headed back to the dorms to get the kit that V had given him when he'd left Fandom. A couple of hours with it and some raw materials saw him leaving the dorms again with a duffle bag full of explosive devices.
The rest of the day was spent going around blowing up every angel statue he came upon. It didn't matter that they didn't stay blown up; for the time they were, they weren't out there stealing other people's families.
And blowing them up was a hell of a lot easier on his hands than beating them with his fists.
[ooc: open for anyone who wants to come along and watch the slightly crazed Winchester play with explosives]
Once dawn had broke, he made some coffee in the kitchen, then headed back to the dorms to get the kit that V had given him when he'd left Fandom. A couple of hours with it and some raw materials saw him leaving the dorms again with a duffle bag full of explosive devices.
The rest of the day was spent going around blowing up every angel statue he came upon. It didn't matter that they didn't stay blown up; for the time they were, they weren't out there stealing other people's families.
And blowing them up was a hell of a lot easier on his hands than beating them with his fists.
[ooc: open for anyone who wants to come along and watch the slightly crazed Winchester play with explosives]