[ action for Cloudie, in and abouts of Seventh Heaven ]

[hellboundson]

[ Ta-da~h. Dean Winchester and his large sack of salt has arrived about twenty minutes late. He's still trying to figure out where everything is and is rather prone to getting lost. ]

Hey, weather-boy! You around?

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[Action] I AM TEN KINDS OF FAIL and slept from 6pm-6am. ._.;

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[Weather boy has been there, punk ass. Of course, his sexy friend runs the bar, so luckily he had a way to occupy his time before Dean showed up. He didn't start drinking either; he's gonna savor winning this competition.]

You're late. [Oh how the tables have turned.]

I STILL LOVE YOU BB. *squishes*

[hellboundson]

[ HEY POT, KETTLE CALLED--

Dean strolls in, setting his beloved sack of salt on a table before giving it a pat as though telling it to stay put. Then he moves over to where Cloud is, grinning. ]

Me? Late? Dean Winchester is never late. Dean Winchester arrives exactly when he intends to--

Okay, I'm late. This place wasn't the easiest to find, alright?

[Action] O mai. Scandalous~

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[What is that over there.] ...is that rock salt?

; x ; I'M SO SORRY FINALS ATE/ARE EATING ME

[hellboundson]

[ What indeed. Word of advice, Cloud. If Dean's got something in a sack, normally you probably don't want to ask what it is. ]

Hm? ...nope. Regular. I wouldn't need that much rock salt, and I couldn't find any shotguns anyway. And walking on rock salt is no fun. Why? Want some?