Aruraliel (blackeyedangel) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-01-23 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~aruraliel |
Who: Rory and Meg
Where: The pub
What: Talking
When: Thursday evening
Rating: High for possible language or other topics
Open: No
Status: Ongoing
He really had absolutely no idea what he was doing. This woman wasn't his mom. She didn't give birth to him. She died before he was even conceived. And yet there was a part of him that was curious. So very curious. He blamed Sam for that. Any time something bugged him, he blamed Sam. Because Dean was the cool dad. Always had been. He shook away the thought, getting himself off topic. He decided to go casual, though there wasn't really much else he could do as far as wardrobe went. He pulled on a black t-shirt and a red and blue plaid flannel over that, with some well worn jeans that fit just perfectly and his favorite boots. He never left anywhere unarmed so the demon dagger was tucked safely into the back of his pants. He didn't really think he would need to use it, but he felt naked without it. Once he was sure he was ready, he made his way to the pub, taking a seat at the bar. After waiting for a couple of minutes he figured maybe the place was self serve so he went around and got himself a beer, popping it open and taking a drink. He turned to face the door, leaning back against the bar and looking around, waiting for the woman that was supposed to be his mom. |