[ it's not the first time dean's kicked it. maybe not in zelien before, but back home he's embraced death one too many times. of course, it doesn't make dying and coming back all that much fun even if it's not the newest experience. once he's dug himself out of the grave, greeted by the deep dark sky of zelien -- not london -- dean... lingers. there are messages in the inbox of his device, all left by cas. he reads over them slowly, the surge of emotions threatening to come with each new text almost overwhelming. he smothers them though, forces them away as he slowly deletes the texts.
dean heads home.
he does so slowly, not stopping to see anyone, to contact anyone. he knows he'll have to reach out to sam at some point, but in this moment it can wait. first he has something else to do, which leads to him making his way to the place he knows he shares with cas. in the darkness of night, he slips into the building, quiet but sure...
no sounds greet him, and after a quiet cas? he realizes the other man isn't home. all the better, as he strides into their shared bedroom, only pausing for a moment as green eyes fall to their mattress... but he has no time for that, is instead dragging out a beat up old duffel from the corner of the room, and throws it onto the bed. after that he's filling it with the few belonging he has, working quietly but effectively. ]
w21 super late d6
dean heads home.
he does so slowly, not stopping to see anyone, to contact anyone. he knows he'll have to reach out to sam at some point, but in this moment it can wait. first he has something else to do, which leads to him making his way to the place he knows he shares with cas. in the darkness of night, he slips into the building, quiet but sure...
no sounds greet him, and after a quiet cas? he realizes the other man isn't home. all the better, as he strides into their shared bedroom, only pausing for a moment as green eyes fall to their mattress... but he has no time for that, is instead dragging out a beat up old duffel from the corner of the room, and throws it onto the bed. after that he's filling it with the few belonging he has, working quietly but effectively. ]