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Early morning after the first meeting, after she's said to him stay safe and Dean could think of nothing better to do than to leave, walk right out and pretend he didn't hear a goddamn thing ( Read more... ) -
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Jo's house is a decent place to sit outside of and have a desperately-needed cigarette, Dean finds. He's not actually that fond of smoking, but if he doesn't have something to do with his hands right now he might be forced to start punching things.
Jo's inside. Dean has no plans to leave, not for a while - not when his family(maybesomethingelse) ( Read more... ) -
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The Impala purrs into the farm, barely making a sound. It's easily the best-running of any of the vehicles there - since Sam's Porsche isn't here, anyway.
Dean stays in the drivers' seat for a moment or two before getting out, shoving his hands into his pockets and striding out for the kitchen. That's the only reason he's here.
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Dean is waiting.
They seem to spend a lot of time doing that, lately.
At least here in Hippie Hollow there's plenty to eat while you wait. And he can mess with Sam's car.
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Dean is Over It.
Nebraska and the Roadhouse cannot come soon enough.
Rachel's getting increasingly more annoying, and Dean's starting to wonder if travelling on his own would be better.
Anything would be better that this, for sure.
... although possibly not, he thinks, stamping on the brakes hard as they cross the border into Kansas and a ( Read more... ) -
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They'd meant to head straight for Nebraska.
But the highway they'd driven in on, less than half a day ago, appears to be missing ... quite a lot of road, really.
And there was a town nearby, sitting on the beach. Now, there's a mountain of rubble, and something bigger than the mountain flailing and whipping tentacles around in it ( Read more... ) -
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Dean's not used to having a passenger who's not -- well, Sam. Not on long cross-country trips.
He's frowning a little, and when the silence gets awkward he turns the music up. Way easier than talking. -
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There are plenty of awful things about being close to fifty.
The awfullest of all is how shockingly young and stupid teenage boys are these days ( Read more... )