It's a cold, lonely night and tonight I don't wanna fight

[hateintoflame]

It'd been a few days since she'd make her deal with the devil (no pun intended), and Anna- no, Brooke, now- had spent the day watching her own funeral. The numbness from Beretti's murder was keeping her from feeling much guilt about all the pain she'd apparently caused when she "died". In a way, it was comforting to know she'd made an impact on so

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[hasperkynipples]

Dean was bored.

There was no hunt in sight, Sam was busy playing house with Bela, which really got more nauseating every time he heard it but at least he wasn't living with them anymore. Bela had offered to put him up somewhere else in their building and now he had the whole place to himself to do with as he saw fit. Still didn't stop him from spending a good seventy-five percent of his time upstairs however. Someone had to save his nephew from his mother's influence.

Just saying.

Tonight, though, Dean had gone out. He still couldn't stomach the crowded New York clubs, but he knew a quiet, out of the way kind of place when he saw one. Making his way inside, he made a beeline right for the bar and ordered himself a beer, glancing around to get the lay of the land a little more.