Who: Dean and Barbara Where: Multiple places around town When: Evening Why: They're going out for a drink Open: I guess...
He wasn't one for timing things unless it was a crisis, life or death...those kinda things, but anything fun or personal, he was rarely on time. The day had been lazy, one of those days where he didn't want to do much and he didn't. He had leafed through his father's notebook for the zillionth time since he got there and did little else.
At some point, he got the energy to turn on the god forsaken laptop and look around, probing for a hunt or some news of odd happenings. It was typical for Dean, he wanted to get back in his old life. It was all he knew and all he was going to really know, so he embraced it. Hell, he even loved his job, as twisted as it seemed. It was almost like the cop who loved being a cop because it gave him a purpose, power and something to do. And he was lost without his job, although the somewhat twistedly amusing thing about this place was everyone had a blog, yeah, even Dean, the not-so-computer-savvy one of the family, knew what a blog was.
While on that stupid thing, he stumbled upon Barbara's blog and found that she was going out alone and somehow, he made arrangements to go out with her. Now he was throwing on his boots and his jacket and heading out, not like he had a life anymore...oh wait, he had been dead. So he may enjoy being back to life while he was still back to life and walked out of his apartment and to the building next door.
He looked up her apartment number and went there, knocking on the door and standing outside awkwardly, hands in his pockets.