Dean sat at a table in the dining hall, hunched over a plate of chili fries. He'd been thinking about Jack's idea. It was sound, and it was fair, but he wondered if it would work. He half-hoped it wouldn't, and half-hoped it would. He'd pick a direction and walk, same as he expected everyone else would
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As she glanced around, she noted Dean sitting at a table. Great. Just freaking great. Pretty much the last person she wanted to see. And yet she kind of needed to see him. The hotel wasn't all that large so she could either spend her time avoiding Dean or she could.... Well, she didn't know exactly what she could do, but before she could think much about it, her feet were moving in his direction.
She pulled a chair out and sat down almost before Dean knew she was there. "You couldn't keep my name out of it?"
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"I'm sorry, Lisa. I'm really... he didn't hurt you,did he?" He did a quick check of the woman's face for bruises. House was quick with his fists, who knew where it ended?
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"Of course he didn't. House may be an ass, but he doesn't beat on women."
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John hadn't been sleeping well since arriving in the hotel. It was too strange, being cut off from everything and everyone he knew, trapped in this little box full of random strangers (and old acquaintances), without any explanation.
He was naturally an early riser, but this was really rather too early even for him. The sun wouldn't be up for some time yet. Still, he hated the idea of just lying in bed, knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, and so John picked himself up out of bed, got showered and dressed quickly, and headed to the dining hall to get some breakfast.
He was surprised to find a young man sitting at one of the tables. He hadn't thought anyone else would be up. He nodded a quick greeting to him and then headed to the kitchen to grab a couple of hard-boiled eggs, some toast and orange juice. Then he came back out and sat down at the table where the young man was seated -- it'd be rude to sit anywhere else.
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Dean nodded back at the older guy. From the haircut he guessed ex-military, and the way he carried himself didn't hurt either. Once a guy hit the armed forces for any amount of time, he just sort of permanently walked at attention.
"Can't sleep either? This place is killer on the sleep cycles." Dean tried making small talk. If the guy didn't want to talk, that was fine too.
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"You? You seem like you just got here. I haven't seen you around before."
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