Dean Winchester (agentplant) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-08-29 20:13:00 |
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It all seemed to be going to hell in a hand basket for Dean, being confined to the hotel and the nearby grounds was really taking a toll on him. Sure, maybe it was cool for a week, but he was over it all. Trying to keep his mind off of things he decided to chill out in the man cave. He was relaxing on one of the leather chairs with his feet up on the weird ottoman table thing, a glass of whiskey in his hand while listening to the immigrant song on his phone. He was stuck, literally and figuratively, struggling to find a way out of diving too deep into his head. If Cass still had his grace, Dean would have asked him to do something about it all. Between what was going on back home with Chuck, all the memories that Sam had dredged up by telling Jo everything, the whole thing with Jo, and then Ben showing up, he didn't know how much more he could take. Seeing Ben was a painful reminder of what he once had, of his time with Lisa, and while it made things difficult, Dean was hell bent on keeping the kid safe. He was so lost in his thoughts that it took him a second to realize he was no longer alone. "Oh, hey dude. How's it going?" He glanced over at Klaus and turned the music down. |