museful - an open musebox | meme comm

The music was nice. It was a little old, fancy, and definitely something Henry would have liked, but it was relaxing and that was what Dean liked about it. He was sure it helped Sam concentrate on all his writing, as well, and Dean smirked to himself as Sam sat there working. It was damn good to actually have a place to head back to when things were crappy and they didn't need to drive too far to get here. It was weird, of course, that it was in Kansas, but he was happy as long as it wasn't Lawrence.

Tapping his fingers against his glass as he listened to the music, Dean tilted his head back against the chair, closing his eyes for a few minutes. He was proud of Sam, glad to see him really taking to this Men Of Letters thing, and he was pretty damn sure if anyone was going to be an awesome Man Of Letters, it was going to be Sam.

Toeing off his boots, Dean watched them thud to the floor and then returned his feet to the table, wriggling his toes to ease some of the ache in his feet.

"Think the golem and his little rabbi dude are gonna be okay?" He wasn't particularly worried, just curious. After all, he was more concerned on whether the damn thing would go renegade and they'd have to put it down.

Regardless, he was happy for now, Sam was in his own little Heaven on Earth with all these books, and they could relax.