Dean "Matlock-Mulder-Batman" Winchester (sonovabitch) wrote in wariscomingcom, @ 2010-07-12 01:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, uncle bobby |
Rubs his hand over his face as he leans his head back against the head of the Impala's car seat. There was a hell of a lot going through Dean's mind right now but as typical he was pushing it all down. He had plans, for when this was all over -- if he wasn't dead from it (God, it would just be easier ... Actually it wouldn't but at least he would have a couple of less things to worry about), to saturate his liver in alcohol. Preferably whiskey. Now though he was focusing his energy, with that hard-edge Winchester state of viewing things, on Sam.
He had just dialed Bobby's number and was waiting for the older man to pick up.
He checks the the rear view to see that Sam isn't on his way back yet.
"Bobby? Hey. I know you're busy with the camp and all of that, but I need your help with something real important." Dean says when Bobby answers