Room 511, Saturday Morning

[deanforrester]

Dean was curled up on his bed, or at least as curled-up as he could get, staring at the wall. Depressing music flooded the room from his stereo, and he clutched a picture of Rory, the edges wet and ragged from his sweaty hands. He was hopeless. Behind in classes (he hadn't even managed to remember to go get the work he missed from Mr. Winchester

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[daemonridden]

Lyra woke up to the sound of horrifically sad music wafting over from Dean's side of the room. She opened her eyes and tried to ask what was going on.

"Nnngh," she said instead.

[deanforrester]

Dean managed to look over at Lyra, though his eyes probably looked kind of dead. "Sorry," he ground out, thinking that he should get up to change the music. But he couldn't seem to find the will to move.

[daemonridden]

Lyra sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and took a good look at Dean.

"Are you okay?" she asked, worried.

[deanforrester]

"No," he replied, manfully battling tears. Teh Emoo had clearly whammied him but good. Probably because of his run in the park. "Is anyone really okay?"