Room 438, Sunday evening
Dean liked the cabins, but it still felt good to be back in his room. More room to stretch out, more room for Hunter to roam around.
And more privacy.
Which, considering what he was considering, privacy was a good thing. He made two phone calls and waited.
[ooc: for them that know who they are, and quite possibly eventually NWS]
And more privacy.
Which, considering what he was considering, privacy was a good thing. He made two phone calls and waited.
[ooc: for them that know who they are, and quite possibly eventually NWS]