Room 420 - Thursday morning
Dean had collapsed into bed as soon as he'd made it back to his room with Sam and Alec's help and had slept like the dead straight through the evening and night and part of the morning.
When he finally managed to find his way back to consciousness and blearily looked at the clock on the bedside table he'd discovered he'd also slept away part of his Leadership class. He briefly considered getting up and rushing in late, but that seemed way too much effort. Besides having a great big seizure was probably a good enough excuse to skip a class.
He rolled back over and stared at the ceiling, just revelling in the fact that he was able to move and wasn't doing a credible imitation of a human sized vibrator.
God, it had been a hell of a week or two. First there had been Alec freaking out, thinking he'd been recaptured by Manticore and Dean had learned enough from what Alec had said then to want to make sure that never happened for real. Of course when he'd tried to talk to Alec about it and make plans, they'd somehow had ended up making out. Which had made the getting detention in Sex Ed for not sleeping together all the more ironic. And disturbing.
Detention itself had been an experience. It had had its good points like Dawn in that corset, but dude, what the fuck had been up with that muskrat costume? And there had been the mummy fight, which really, was the most normal thing that had happened in the past week. Which just goes to show what an entirely fucked up life Dean lived.
And finding out more about what Alec was facing if he got recaptured, spurred Dean on to go talk to Willow about the panic button spell, which she'd agreed to do. And which had ended up with he and Alec switching bodies and the rest of this fucked up week.
It had been kind of fun having all the super speed and agility and cool vision tricks at first, but now? Dean just wanted his own body back. The one that didn't have seizures because he wasn't drinking enough milk.
This? Was no longer fun.
[OOC: just to establish where Dean is this morning and to do that long overdue linkdrop.]
When he finally managed to find his way back to consciousness and blearily looked at the clock on the bedside table he'd discovered he'd also slept away part of his Leadership class. He briefly considered getting up and rushing in late, but that seemed way too much effort. Besides having a great big seizure was probably a good enough excuse to skip a class.
He rolled back over and stared at the ceiling, just revelling in the fact that he was able to move and wasn't doing a credible imitation of a human sized vibrator.
God, it had been a hell of a week or two. First there had been Alec freaking out, thinking he'd been recaptured by Manticore and Dean had learned enough from what Alec had said then to want to make sure that never happened for real. Of course when he'd tried to talk to Alec about it and make plans, they'd somehow had ended up making out. Which had made the getting detention in Sex Ed for not sleeping together all the more ironic. And disturbing.
Detention itself had been an experience. It had had its good points like Dawn in that corset, but dude, what the fuck had been up with that muskrat costume? And there had been the mummy fight, which really, was the most normal thing that had happened in the past week. Which just goes to show what an entirely fucked up life Dean lived.
And finding out more about what Alec was facing if he got recaptured, spurred Dean on to go talk to Willow about the panic button spell, which she'd agreed to do. And which had ended up with he and Alec switching bodies and the rest of this fucked up week.
It had been kind of fun having all the super speed and agility and cool vision tricks at first, but now? Dean just wanted his own body back. The one that didn't have seizures because he wasn't drinking enough milk.
This? Was no longer fun.
[OOC: just to establish where Dean is this morning and to do that long overdue linkdrop.]