Who: Dean Winchester and Harry Dresden What: Winchesters Love Magic Users When: Sunday afternoon Where: Main Street Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/Match-Up/Complete
Since it was starting to get cold again, Dean hated the cold, but did like that he was able to get away with long sleeves and jackets to cover up the Mark on his arm, he’d started driving again. There wasn’t much point half the year, when he could just as easily walk somewhere in five minutes. He’d let himself get complacent here, and let his baby’s maintenance fall by the wayside a little.
She wasn’t running as smoothly as she had a couple of months ago, but she was running. Parked on the side of the street, idling while Dean rummaged around through the trunk. It wasn’t like the old days when he needed the armory hidden in the trunk, surrounded in charms and protections and wards to keep evil hands out of it. He didn’t need any of the weapons. But he was looking for something specific. Something that just so happened to be mixed in with everything somewhere.
There were probably better places than Main Street to do that, but that complacency meant he didn’t feel the need to hide what he did.