Who: Dean Winchester
100deaths_a_day || Dante
albinoidiotWhat: Dean and Dante are talking. Again. In the cafeteria, this time though.
Where: The Cafeteria
When: February 11
Warning: Mouth, manliness
Status: Incomplete. Closed.
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I don't know what to put here, so have me dancing instead /dances )
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There were several empty bowls of strawberry ice creams lined up in a pretty file all across the table in a zig-zag lines without taking much of Dean's personal space into consideration. He was keeping himself entertained as he licked at his spoon raising an eyebrow as he heard something other than silence from Dean.
"Well. It speaks." He pointed out, taking another nom of ice cream. "What's you're fault, exactly?"
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So much. Oh so very much was his fault.
"The apocalypse." he'll stick to the main issue. Not the main issue that was really bothering him, but hell... That was the main domino that started off the others in the run. Obviously, he'd done shit before then which had started a chain of events... but that had been the pre-amble, really.
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"If I had a nickle for every time the world was at a brink of an apocalypse, Dean, I would have ended world hunger back when I was seventeen." He muttered with a shrug. "I doubt any apocalypse was your fault. Why are you blaming yourself?"
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