Day 6: Early Morning Who: Dean Winchester & OTA What: Warm clothes, please When: Early morning Where: Thrift Shop Rating: R (language - always) Status: Active
Dean was so ready to be up and moving around. Sleeping on a hard pew in the church had been less than completely restful but he had been so tired that he'd gotten at least the requisite 6 hours. The whole day before had been, with a few exceptions, a huge nightmare of sleep deprivation and frustration. He was decided now that he would focus all of his strength on getting the fuck out of this town. He was definitely not interested in sticking around and trying to work through his demons because that seemed to be exactly what the powers that be wanted him to do here. All signs pointed to forced therapy for Dean Winchester and he was not game for that shit. Not at all.
So if he was going to find somewhere else to stay, because he sure as hell wasn't staying in the museum while Shannon and his brother spooned the nights away pretending they didn't have feelings for each other, and get out of dodge eventually, he was going to need something warmer to wear than what he had. He'd heard the Thrift Shop was chock full of clothes - hideous mostly but clothes nonetheless - and, tracking fresh boot prints through the pristine white snow that had fallen before daylight, he was at the store and inside in no time.
Once inside, Dean glanced around the racks of clothes and made a face. "Oh dude..." he muttered at the ridiculous clothes and then burst out laughing. "This place is an experiment all on its own," he added, chuckling as he wandered through to see if he couldn't find some warmer clothes and perhaps a coat too.