Who: 2014!Dean and Buffy Where: Buffy’s room, from there who knows. What: Interaction. When: Now Rating: Med. Open: Sure, if you can find a reason to be. Status: In progress
After dinner and a slight nap, Dean sighed as he laid in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He had been avoiding everyone, but he had his reasons, he hadn’t been social for years and then slammed into Grand Central Station then living with Cas, wasn’t the wisest choice, he sees that now. Dean couldn’t be anything then what he was, himself.
Forcing himself out of bed, her stood up and decided he should talk to Buffy. He had been hanging out with Max some, but still the blonde had a grasp on his life, more then any female he’s met in awhile. Leaving his room, he made his way to her to room, rapped on the on door, twice, then lean a side against her door, waiting for her to answer.