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Log for killmeadynasty, DDHW.
Dean had put some ice on his knuckles and made his way to his father's room. Using his left hand to knock on the door, he shifted a bit from foot to foot. He didn't know if his father would yell at him for what he'd done, or if he'd congratulate him.
Even though he'd always known his father, he still didn't know everything about him. -
Log for Sam / Dean / Alice, DDHW.
Dean and Sam were in the dining hall. Dean munched on his breakfast (corned beef hash, ketchup and cheddar cheese all smushed into something that he would only call "amazing"), every now and then slurping down black coffee. He couldn't stop watching his brother. He was glad to see him at all, but here he seemed to relax a bit. Sure, they both ( Read more... ) -
Log for rubicks_complex, DDHW.
There were lots of really good reasons to appreciate being stuck in a bar with a hotel. Dean was drinking one of those reasons on the rocks. He hadn't had a lot of chances to drink slow on the road; it was either shots while seducing some pretty thing, or beers with dinner. Getting to sip a Jack and Coke while munching on hot wings was a perfect ( Read more... ) -
Voice mail message for dark-desert-hwy.
"Hey, this is Dean. Leave one."