Re: Bathrooms. Stiles/Dean
Dean held on to Stiles equally tight. "Doesn't matter," he brushed off. He'd tell Stiles, but not here--where people could overhear. "Where are you--who's your Master? Is he...are things okay?" He'd known Buffy, and...yeah, okay that instinct to make sure she was okay was there, but Stiles was like a brother to him, and the idea that in a couple hours he was going to have to say goodbye to him and not know when he was going to see him again...that wasn't sitting real well with Dean.