Dean Winchester (andpie) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2008-09-22 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, su li |
Who: Dean Winchester and OTA
Where: Starbucks
When: September 16th, Early Morning
What: Trying to figure out what's up.
Rating: PG-13 because Dean never watches his mouth.
Dean had let himself get to sleep eventually, but he did not stay that way for long; the last few weeks had been too rough, and this place was making him jumpy. He had moved a few things to his room from the Impala when his roommates were not looking, and went through them now, trying to find some comfort in them. His shotgun, a long silver knife, a bottle of holy water, two handguns, a bag of rock salt, his dad's journal: he cleaned the weaponry and replaced it, and flipped through the journal, trying to find something that would give him a hint as to what was going on. A half an hour later, all he had succeeded at was making his eyes hurt.
Getting up and throwing on clothes, he tucked a gun and his knife into his coat, and after a moment the journal. Making sure everything else was hidden away he went out, wishing there was a better lock on his door. He made his way out of the building, shrugging the coat on tighter against the morning chill. The sun had barely started making its way over the horizon. He spotted a sign for a Starbucks and walked towards it. Ducking around the early morning career folk, he eventually got a plain cup of coffee and sat at a table, pulling the journal back out.
He scoured the familiar pages, past the drawings of the Wendigo and taped in articles about haunted mansions, written documentary of the demons, werewolves, and other creatures he had hunted, but there was nothing about a town suddenly having foreign occupants waking up there and being unable to get out. He sighed in frustration, wishing his father was here to help him out now.