Who: Dean and anyone What: He's bored Where: In a cafe
When: Early afternoon Rating: Probably no higher than PG-13 (Dean has a mouth on him) Open: Yes
This place was so damn quiet. And it seemed normal to a degree, but Dean had to agree with Jo. It felt like he was just waiting for something to happen. He was waiting for a demon, a ghost...windego...anything to come out and attack. The sitting and waiting process never did well by him. It irked him, chilled him so deep that he didn't know what to do. The worst part was, Dean had no idea how he got back from hell...but after all that torture, he welcomed it. Accepted it with a sense of wariness and gratefulness.
Sitting at a table in a cafe, he didn't think much, just held a cup of black coffee and watched people as if he was trying to sort things out. He was also waiting for something to happen. This whole slowing down and having nothing to do wasn't something a hunter was fond of, unless he was trying to quit all together. Still, it was eerie to a degree and it left a funny feeling in his bones. And Sam's new powers were just making his nerves even worse.