After a day or so of lounging around his new home, stacking shot glasses in various combinations and consuming the meat pies Mrs. Lovett had given him (he was really going to have to thank her for those soon), Dean was starting to get bored ( Read more... )

( Dean finds a place to stay )

The last thing Dean remembers is being moderately drunk in the bar of some local little rest stop. He's pretty sure Sam was there, probably complaining about his pool hustling again, but he can't even remember how he finally got back to the motel they were staying in. Except, strangely enough, he's not in a motel anymore. That's funny. He's not ( Read more... )