Dean Winchester (cram_it_ugly) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-09-02 23:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, dean winchester |
Who: Dean
Where: An abandoned apartment across from Mitchell's Pub
What: Escape
When: Mid afternoon
Rating: Depends
Open: Yup
Status: on going
Dean hadn't intended to record his crooning session the other day, he didn't want to make the same mistake today, so he left his phone out in the bedroom. If the thing glitched again, at least the whole island wouldn't hear him too clearly. Because if he were honest, a little soul searching singing in the shower was something he needed. Especially today. Jo was gone. And her last act on this version of the island had been to dance with that douche bag, Anders. Or he was sure she did, from what had been written on the message board. And Dean was sure she'd done it to hurt him. Just like Max was by living with the asshole. They claimed to care for him, but so far he hadn't seen any sign of that fact. Unless they wanted to claim making him feel guilty as hell as a sign. If they did it sucked ass. And it definitely wasn't one that made him want to stick around. It made him want to cut and run. Which was what he had done. Via invitation, and a lot of booze. "If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me For I must be travelin' on now There's too many places I got to see If I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh oh oh oh oh oh And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows, I can't change Bye and bye baby, it's been sweet love, yeah yeah Though this feelin' I can't change Please don't take it so badly 'Cause Lord knows, I'm to blame And if I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oh oh oh oh oh oh And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows, I can't change Lord help me, I can't change Lord I can't change Won't you fly high free bird yeah" Like he had with each of the guitar solos, he vocalized them. At least until he heard something out of place. He stood still, naked, dripping, the shower head in hand. He listened hard. What had he heard? The doors, except for the front door, were wide open. Shower curtain hadn't been pulled. He was alone, there was no point in doing all that if he was alone. |