[ dean's standing outside of cas' door, glaring at the number printed on the old surface. maybe he has a bottle in one hand, maybe he's slightly drunk. it takes quiet a bit for him to get truly intoxicated these days, but trust him, he's gotten an a in effort this time around since even he can feel the burn of alcohol in his veins.
but that's not why he's here. or is it? he's not sure.
all he knows is that he feels like he's effectively lost sam again, or is losing him, and he...
he doesn't know where to go, except here.
so he slams his fist on the door, knocks until the entire thing rattles and resists the urge to lean against something while he waits after. fucking alcohol. ]
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but that's not why he's here. or is it? he's not sure.
all he knows is that he feels like he's effectively lost sam again, or is losing him, and he...
he doesn't know where to go, except here.
so he slams his fist on the door, knocks until the entire thing rattles and resists the urge to lean against something while he waits after. fucking alcohol. ]