Dean dragged himself out of bed with the thoughts of coffee that he did not have to pay for or get himself - the whole pretty girl serving it part helped as well. He managed a shower and threw on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, checking himself over in the mirror for a minute before heading out to Anita's apartment. He brought with him a small bag of things: his and John's journals, holy water (just in case!), and a small gun (could never be too careful in this place). He could not chase away his father's insistence that he was always prepared, even after his death.
Once he felt comfortable, he headed over to Anita's, trying not to yawn as he knocked on the door.