|Stevie Rogers (stevie_rogers) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2015-11-01 00:16:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, mary ellen winchester, stevie rogers|
He was at their door when Dean's alert sounded over his phone. He began to grumble softly, but resisted the urge to ruffle the flowers he had in his hand. Everything was set up perfect at the house. He was dressed up, not in a suit or anything, but he did have a nice button down shirt on, and some khaki pants on. Something that, he knew, made his butt look good.
But instead of using his key, Stevie knocked on the door lightly. He'd have to salt everything when they got there. And he was sure there was some sort of iron poker or something stuffed somewhere.