Who: Dean Winchester and Veronica Mars What: Re-Fueling Where: Local Cafe Status: Complete Rating: PG-13 (At Most)
When running low on energy, and sleep depraved, the best solution to your problem is usually to give your body a not so healthy intake of caffeine. At least that was the way that Dean was looking at it, and the plan didn't look to be changing any time soon. This all led to his current destination, a local café, seemed like the best place to cure this particular ailment. The Impala was parked outside, and once the doors had been open, his nostrils were attacked with the strong scents coming from within. Wasn't very often that someone would catch him at a place like this, but his options were limited, and he was a little too tired to look elswhere. Besides, it's not like he knew a lot of people, not around here. His brother was gone, and he hadn't allowed himself the luxury of friends for awhile, just one stranger passing the next. Not that his mind was up to processing all of this, and most likely, wouldn't be any time soon. Between getting his lesson plan ready, making sure the gym was clean, and hunting down a particularly nasty spirit, his night had proven to be longer than he had planned on.
There were plenty of people here, talking to one another, reading, off in their own world. Just the way he liked it. When it was Dean's turn to order, his manliness prevented him from ordering the drinks with plenty of cream and foam, no matter how tempting their appearance was. No, he settled on the basic. Just a cup of coffee, nothing special about it, though he admittedly added honey and sugar after receiving it. There was a little table in the corner that looked comfortable, and he took a seat, allowing himself to lean back. "Much better," he mumbled to himself, grabbing a copy of Sports Illustrated off a magazine rack next to him. Wasn't the swimsuit edition, but it still might prove interesting.