InsaneJournal

This place was getting old. Dean found it pretty fucking boring from the get-go, but now it was just ridiculous. All the killing was starting to wear him down. Not in the emotional sense necessarily, though he did feel a certain amount of guilt at not being able to protect the innocent better, but more in the repetitive sense. It seemed their host was content to let the massacres continue, though he had originally claimed no intent to harm them. Outside of the nightmares, of course. Dean had yet to find these nightmare doors, however, though he knew others hadn't been so lucky. It was frustrating not being able to find a way out. The only good thing was that this place had a gym, and there were a few decent people around. Not that that really helped when he needed to get the anger out, but it was better than nothing. Better than taking it out on someone who didn't deserve it. Dean might've wanted to go on a massive hunting expedition, but he'd learned not all of the vampires or creatures here were evil like he'd been taught. The new knowledge was prickling at everything else he'd always believed, and he still wasn't sure how he felt about this shift in view.

The punching bag in front of him was taking the brunt of his aggression now. He was lost in his thoughts as he practiced his combination punches. The footsteps approaching, for once, were lost on Dean as he focused on the task at hand.