Darcy was sitting at one of the booths in the Roadhouse, watching the television mounted on the wall and munching on celery — there were many a chicken wing bone strewn about a large plate in front of her — as she waited for Dean to come pick her up. The idea of staying back at home had become infinitely more appealing than it already had been for days when there was the prospect of Dean staying there, too. It wasn't so much that Darcy still had the hots for him — although, she'd have been lying if she said she wasn't interested at all — but with all the crazy happenings of Lawrence the past week and with the Tenth Doctor and Clark missing in action and replaced with nutjobs, well. Darcy was excited to have a man staying with her in close proximity so that she knew she'd be safe.
Of course, this Dean could be as bad as Sam, for all she knew, but he didn't sound like it. He sounded confused and upset whereas Sam sounded like a douchebag streaming live twenty four hours a day. He was cocky, arrogant, and obnoxious. Dean was none of those things, so either he was really good at playing the good guy, or...he was a new person replacing the real Dean and he was frustrated, scared, and upset just like anyone else who got dropped here; just like Darcy had been.
The Roadhouse was quiet, for the most part, by now. It was starting to get late and the patrons were leaving earlier and earlier every day to go home while it was still light outside. With autumn creeping in, it was getting darker earlier all the time, so usually by seven, all that was left was Jo and her family, Darcy, Florence, and the little guy Andy who was usually well passed out from running around the bar like a crazy person just to keep himself busy all day. He acted, sometimes, like a rat in a cage; Darcy felt his pain.
Darcy sat alone in the bar mulling over what was going on in this place lately; in her life as a whole. Everyone had gone off to the rooms Jo had given them and Jo, to her family — to a husband who loved her (well, would when he came back anyway) and two brand new beautiful baby girls. As much as Darcy adored Jo, she hated her just the same. Darcy was jealous. Jo had everything she wanted. Jo had a great husband and to top it off, Jo had baby girls while Darcy was growing two little boys in her womb. Two little boys whose father ran out on them as soon as he found out they existed. Raising two kids at once was going to be hard enough but two boys? Even watching Florence with Andy was indicator enough that no matter how much the babies loved her, they'd still mope around missing their father, even if they'd never had the chance to meet him.