Log for rubicks_complex, DDHW.

[sticktotheright]

There were lots of really good reasons to appreciate being stuck in a bar with a hotel. Dean was drinking one of those reasons on the rocks. He hadn't had a lot of chances to drink slow on the road; it was either shots while seducing some pretty thing, or beers with dinner. Getting to sip a Jack and Coke while munching on hot wings was a perfect way to spend an afternoon. He flipped through the pages he'd copied of his father's dossier, swearing aloud when he dripped ranch sauce on them.

"Son of a..."

It wasn't a huge deal; Sam probably had an electronic copy by now. But still. Dean wiped off the excess sauce, folded the sheets, and shoved them into his pocket to prevent further damage.