After getting back from the handwavy trip to the mainland with Alec to pick up more trypto, Dean headed up to his room to pack. Not that he was moving far; just down the hallway. He'd gone to the office yesterday and had his room assignment switched to 438. The Place was officially his now ( Read more... )

The thing Dean liked best about Mondays with no classes was that he could sleep in. Not that he had done anything the day before that required extra sleep, but one never looked a gift nap in the mouth ( Read more... )

Sam came awake slowly and in stages. He was warm and comfortable and curled up against someone else. Dean, his drowsy mind provided, recognising his brother even with his eyes closed. He didn't remember why they were sharing a bed now, but it wasn't like it was that unusual an occurrence ( Read more... )

Dean opened the door to his room, carrying his purchases and prizes from the carnival.

"Sure you don't need any chapstick or anything?" he asked, smirking at his companion.

[ooc: NFB, locked to Alec]

The first thing that Dean was aware of when he woke up was that someone was taking a pick axe to his skull ( Read more... )

After breakfast with Dawn, Dean headed back to his room and got out his phone, and dialled the familiar number.

( Rrrrriiiinnnnngggg )

Dean unlocked the door and held it open for his brother.

"We probably will just get his voice mail," he said, continuing the conversation they'd been having on the walk up here. "That's all I've got every time I tried calling him."

[OOC: locked to psychic_wonder]

Dean had collapsed into bed as soon as he'd made it back to his room with Sam and Alec's help and had slept like the dead straight through the evening and night and part of the morning ( Read more... )

Dean unlocked the door and held it open for Alec, not pausing in what he was saying. "-guess those super reflexes do help out with the shooting, huh?" he asked as he followed his double inside.

[OOC: locked to the beat up tomcat]

Dean rolled over groggily and opened one eye to peer at the clock beside the bed.

Urgh. Well he hadn't had any plans for the morning anyway.

He rolled back over and stared at the ceiling, trying to decide if he'd be too much of a lump if he went back to sleep. He sighed. Probably. But he was just going to indulge in lying here a few more minutes...

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