Now I lay me down to sleep...
Dean rose up from Sam's computer, reaching into his pocket and producing a burlap bag and setting it onto the table. "I'll be back." He offered a smile to both his brother and Xander and wondered through the diner on his way to the back. If memory served him right, the men's room would be just far enough away outside of the range of the hex bags for him to momentary pop up on the Holy Host's radar.
They were leaving the diner as soon as Dean got back and quickly.
But not before he got a phone call on the way there...
He stepped into the bathroom, taking in the yellowish walls and tile flooring. He started a count in his head as he went about his business, washed his hands, and face and then exited the bathroom as quickly as possible.
"Let's go." Dean announced as he appeared, helping everyone pack up again. He tossed Sam the keys as they reached the Impala and climbed into the back seat were a blanket and pillow were waiting.
Fantastic. Dean thought as he took a seat, shoving them out of the way. He streched out as best he could, up right behind the driver's seat and watched as his brother pulled them onto I-70 East, heading to Kansas. They were going home. Home. Back to Lawrence. Dean considered for the moment maybe, while they were there, going to his mother's grave. For once he felt compelled to, now that he knew the secret behind his mother's past.
It was fleeting. It left him as they carried on through traffic. Dean didn't bother to pay too much attention to Sam and Xander, since he was suppose to be the one catching some shut eye. By some twist of fate he was the first one on the rotation of sleep. Not surprising since he still felt like complete crap. Images of Hell still lurked behind his closed eyes. Lorne set off something that he and Castiel had tried for near a year to surpress. Dean still wondered why he even asked Regina for the demon's damn number. Oh that's right. Because they were officially out of Demon Blood and Sam was starting to tread dangerous waters.
And then there was the fact the Angels were now hot on their tail.
Dean gazed out the window, watching the sun set into the west as they left Salina and moved on through Utah. He resisted sleep. There was too much to do, too much to think, to worry, to...
Before he could stop himself for the 3rd or 5th time, exhaution caught up to Dean as rested his head against the seat and drifted off into a fretful sleep.
(ooc: You can set what kind of dream he's having, Anna.)
They were leaving the diner as soon as Dean got back and quickly.
But not before he got a phone call on the way there...
He stepped into the bathroom, taking in the yellowish walls and tile flooring. He started a count in his head as he went about his business, washed his hands, and face and then exited the bathroom as quickly as possible.
"Let's go." Dean announced as he appeared, helping everyone pack up again. He tossed Sam the keys as they reached the Impala and climbed into the back seat were a blanket and pillow were waiting.
Fantastic. Dean thought as he took a seat, shoving them out of the way. He streched out as best he could, up right behind the driver's seat and watched as his brother pulled them onto I-70 East, heading to Kansas. They were going home. Home. Back to Lawrence. Dean considered for the moment maybe, while they were there, going to his mother's grave. For once he felt compelled to, now that he knew the secret behind his mother's past.
It was fleeting. It left him as they carried on through traffic. Dean didn't bother to pay too much attention to Sam and Xander, since he was suppose to be the one catching some shut eye. By some twist of fate he was the first one on the rotation of sleep. Not surprising since he still felt like complete crap. Images of Hell still lurked behind his closed eyes. Lorne set off something that he and Castiel had tried for near a year to surpress. Dean still wondered why he even asked Regina for the demon's damn number. Oh that's right. Because they were officially out of Demon Blood and Sam was starting to tread dangerous waters.
And then there was the fact the Angels were now hot on their tail.
Dean gazed out the window, watching the sun set into the west as they left Salina and moved on through Utah. He resisted sleep. There was too much to do, too much to think, to worry, to...
Before he could stop himself for the 3rd or 5th time, exhaution caught up to Dean as rested his head against the seat and drifted off into a fretful sleep.
(ooc: You can set what kind of dream he's having, Anna.)