Re: Bathrooms. Stiles/Dean
Dean clutched at Stiles, taking deep breaths to calm himself when he said Sammy was okay. He held onto the boy's upper arms, reassuring himself that this was, in fact, Stiles, and then hugged him, hard. "You're an idiot," he grumbled. "What kind of idiot gets ambushed on a supply run?" Not that he could talk, since he'd gotten himself deliberately captured. There must have been more slave hunters around than Dean had realized, if Stiles and Buffy had been taken around the same time. He hoped that wherever the camp was now, it was hundreds of miles away.