Who: Dean and Veronica What: Drinking When: Tonight, I guess Where: Winchester House Rating: Low Status: In Progress
After everything that happened, drinks felt like they were in order. Things might have been calming down, but it still felt like there were way too many unanswered questions for Dean's liking. He understood stuff, and sure he got that not all things were created equal, but how the entire country hadn't entered some kind of panic was a miracle. Then again, he knew all too well that some people only believed what they wanted, and there was a good share who had seen this sort of thing before. That didn't make it any better that people were dying and as far as Dean knew nothing was going to be done about it. There was a reason he never really trusted the cops back home.
Still, he was happily settled in. Once he'd gotten home from the garage a shower was had, some food was ate, and he was lounging on the couch in some old jeans and one of dozens of black tshirts he had, socked feet propped up just in time to realize that company was coming round. He put on a smile and stopped himself from reaching for the remote to stand, heading to the door to open it up for her. "Hey, see you brought the goods." He smiled a little more, stepping out of the way so she could come in. "How you been holding up?"