Who: Dean Winchester and Open Where: Merlottes When: Fourth of July What: Drinking like a rock star. :o Rating: Pg-13 Status: Open/ Incomplete
It wasn't quite dark when Dean decided he had enough of sitting in his apartment, alone, starring at the ceiling or watching bad television that involved soap operas grandmas liked to watch. He hated being cooped up. It was enough to make the hunter go stir crazy and that was never good. Jacket on and gun tucked away beneath it, he decided to head out into what was Purgatory. It still made him sick to think this was it. If they couldn't escape here then they were stuck. Period. Of course, Dean never gave up and neither did his brother. The two of them had made it out of a lot worse and they would make it out of here too. They had to know what they were up against first and so far all Dean had to go one was a fucking worm eating out his intestines and making him remember a whole lot of home he wasn't sure he wanted to know. He seriously doubted the worm was the end all, be all of this thing. No, it was bigger and if it was Purgatory, then it was a hell of a lot bigger than some fanged slug.
It had been about a month or so since his attack and Dean had the stitches out, but it still was a bit weak on that side of his body. Thankfully, he was good at dealing with pain. If anyone did hit him in the weak spot, he could probably handle it. He wouldn't let them get close enough this time though to make a meal out of his insides again. He shivered at the thought and pulled open the door to the bar. Music hit him and smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled the air around him. He inhaled deeply and found a place at the bar, sinking down on the stool and ordering himself up a beer in seconds flat. Book research was one thing, but Dean preferred the real life, actual human contact kind. Especially when their was a beautiful woman or two involved. After his last brush with death, Dean was definitely not taking another moment for granted. He couldn't afford to.