![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
Long time, no see, [attn: Jo]
Since that day, things had just didn't seem right. The memories of what happened had flooded back to him. The hell hounds ripping him apart. Blood and the pain. And then blackness. Haunting images of blood, screams in his ear, and then he woke. Crawling his way out of a grave. Only to learn later he was risen by an Angel. Angel of God. Who told him he had work to do.
Dean found himself in a bar. A glass before him with some whiskey. How many glasses had it been? He had no idea or even cared. He tipped the glass up to his lips when he felt the light of a door opening hit his eyes. He turned his head to see who walked in.
Please let it be some hot chick.
ETA Update: This has gone to NC-17, don't read if you are not interested in that. But it has gotten hot.
Dean found himself in a bar. A glass before him with some whiskey. How many glasses had it been? He had no idea or even cared. He tipped the glass up to his lips when he felt the light of a door opening hit his eyes. He turned his head to see who walked in.
Please let it be some hot chick.
ETA Update: This has gone to NC-17, don't read if you are not interested in that. But it has gotten hot.