Dean Winchester (backnblack) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-10-06 17:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open |
Characters: Dean Winchester (AU) and OPEN.
Location: Bookstore.
Time: 06 October, late afternoon.
Warnings: None.
Summary: This is what happens when you live in an abandoned house.
Status: Open, incomplete.
Within minutes of getting to this coffee shop, all Dean wanted to do was turn right back around and leave. If he hadn't come in with the intend of siphoning their electricity to charge the batteries on the phones and laptops he'd hauled in here, he would have. Dean was collapsed in a chair as close to the exit as possible, his black coffee slowly growing cold on the windowsill, waiting for all the devices to recharge so he could go. The music in this place was enough to make his skin crawl.
In front of him, Dean had his laptop open, pulling up any GPS site he could to try and get it to pinpoint where they were but each time, it failed. After nearly ten failed attempts, Dean pushed the computer away from him, thinking over the fact that satellites weren't picking them up here. It started bothering him more and more being trapped here, and enough of the locals seemed content with being trapped here that he started questioning them too.
Picking up his phone, holding it at an awkward angle because it was still plugged into the wall, he shot Meg a text, telling her about his less than favorable results. Though he'd left her back at the abandoned house, he had a feeling she wouldn't just sit there by herself, and he was glad he had insisted she keep her phone. With the thing here wearing her face, Dean didn't want to lose contact with her in case it came after her. He didn't think she was reckless, but if she left to scout, he'd rather have the peace of mind that she could call him if she needed him.
He was surprised at how attached to her he felt after barely a year of being topside with her. It was a feeling her hadn't experienced since he was dragged into Hell, since they bled so much of that out of him. For a long time, Dean had thought maybe Sam was the only thing that could get to him, but it was clear that he was wrong.
Settling back into this oversized and uncomfortable chair, Dean sighed in spite of himself and checked the remaining time on the rest of the devices sitting in front of him.