"No stones. They've always been there," Danny replied, taking in the image in front of him. This was something straight out of a fantasy novel, right? A dragon man in an inn, talking about his friend who was a bird man, possibly talking about magic? Mad. His dad lived in the weirdest place. Fuck, his older self lived here too. So weird.
Could he stomach another swig of vodka? Not just yet. He hadn't eaten for a while, and his stomach felt a bit sloshy with nothing but liquid in it for now. "Is everyone like you in your home, Dean? Where were you before you were here in this place with the, uh, spicy water?" He could have poked around in Dean's head to try and find out without asking, but that was rude.