Having given Buffy the address of the motel both he and Cas are holed up in, Dean's both trying to keep a low profile and keep a look out for the Slayer, sandwich in one hand and his other hand buried in his pocket. He doesn't want to make Cas feel any sicker than he already does by eating in front of him, but the truth is, like always, he's ( Read more... )

[After this]

It's not that he was expecting Cas to screw up, he just doesn't know of any other time he's been quite as lucky as he has been. Somehow, everything has gone according to plan, and he even has all of the money he won from the bar the night before.

It's the main reason he's now sat back in his car, having been sprung from the county jail ( Read more... )

*Hauling his laundry onto the bench*

*Sleeping fitfully on the Impala's backseat*

Guilty ain't the word right now

( Give my gun away when it's loaded. That alright? Yeah. )

*stubbornly flipping his phone open, frowning*

*slouching over a workbench at Bobby's*

OOC: Locked to Second Circle!verse but open to all Sams, Bobbys and Crowleys.

Why's it so freaking cold here?

Need to get laid so bad.