[Dean looks very much worse for wear as he finally stumbles into his townhouse. He's got a six o'clock shadow going on- maybe worse. The dark rings under his eyes, the dirt on his clothing - it's obvious Dean hasn't been home, hasn't rested, for a long while. His voice is hoarse with exhaustion when he speaks.]

Goddamnit. First I get sent on some ( Read more... )

[So Dean's sitting in random cafe #39858, poring over a ratty newspaper with a pen in hand. He's muttering to himself and downing coffee like it's water.]

All of these jobs are crap. "Secretary"? "Janitor"? Freaking "day care monitor"?

[The paper is discarded like so much trash as he waves over the waitress. The way she simpers and sashays her ( Read more... )

You really know how to outdo yourself, Template. Damn, you'd think a city would get tired of being batshit crazy once in a while.

[annoyed Dean is annoyed, standing at a window and watching the rain.]

If I could just get my damn car back, this place might be at least bearable.

What the hell is this, anyway?

[Dean's wandering the streets, his shoulders hunched and tense as he glances around at the people like he expects them to turn into something nasty any second now]

No flames, no screaming, no demons laughing in my face.. [twists his expression into a thoughtful frown, arching a brow] .. no dadSeriously, this doesn't ( Read more... )

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