After suffering his own scrapes and bruises from picking through places just off the campus line, he'd detoured back and spent the rest of his time taking care of them. Superficial things, really, but he'd stripped down to a t-shirt that probably wasn't his and his ragged pair of jeans just to make sure. Both Dean and Sam's absence weren't a problem; he could contact them if he needed it, get in touch with some of the people who would help him if he couldn't. So, the quiet fills the part of the building they've claimed aside from the occasional outside interference, and he lights some of the candles they've managed to scavenge when it grows dark.
Except it's far more dark than he remembers it when he opens his eyes again, body stiff from having folded his legs up in some meditative pose. The light's burned out, and he frowns at his carelessness when the sounds catch his attention. If he hadn't known, by the steps or the breath or the click of the gun being dropped on the table, he would have tensed up and reached for the knife stashed under the mattress. But he unwinds himself and rolls out, purposely loud as he heads straight for the place he'd set the candles to light them. ]
Where were you? [ It's not accusatory, just curious. ]
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After suffering his own scrapes and bruises from picking through places just off the campus line, he'd detoured back and spent the rest of his time taking care of them. Superficial things, really, but he'd stripped down to a t-shirt that probably wasn't his and his ragged pair of jeans just to make sure. Both Dean and Sam's absence weren't a problem; he could contact them if he needed it, get in touch with some of the people who would help him if he couldn't. So, the quiet fills the part of the building they've claimed aside from the occasional outside interference, and he lights some of the candles they've managed to scavenge when it grows dark.
Except it's far more dark than he remembers it when he opens his eyes again, body stiff from having folded his legs up in some meditative pose. The light's burned out, and he frowns at his carelessness when the sounds catch his attention. If he hadn't known, by the steps or the breath or the click of the gun being dropped on the table, he would have tensed up and reached for the knife stashed under the mattress. But he unwinds himself and rolls out, purposely loud as he heads straight for the place he'd set the candles to light them. ]
Where were you? [ It's not accusatory, just curious. ]