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A lunchdate for ladies. And Dean.
Food Lovin'
iamwinchester
Having given Buffy the address of the motel both he and Cas are holed up in, Dean's both trying to keep a low profile and keep a look out for the Slayer, sandwich in one hand and his other hand buried in his pocket. He doesn't want to make Cas feel any sicker than he already does by eating in front of him, but the truth is, like always, he's starving. That and he has the vague idea that he's starting to annoy an already cranky ex-angel.

He tries to keep his attention on the parking lot, but the sandwich really is awesome and he's definitely going back to the diner to get another one the next chance he gets. Buffy and Cas can keep their soup. This sandwich is perfection.

for diefirst
*stares*
iamwinchester
[After this]

It's not that he was expecting Cas to screw up, he just doesn't know of any other time he's been quite as lucky as he has been. Somehow, everything has gone according to plan, and he even has all of the money he won from the bar the night before.

It's the main reason he's now sat back in his car, having been sprung from the county jail, looking dazed. It might also have something to do with the cut on the back of his head. The blood is matted into his hair, and it isn't until he shakes some glass out of the collar of his shirt he realizes he was hit over the head with a bottle. It helps explain the dull ache and sharp pain he can feel all at once.

When he glances over at Cas, eyes tired from the night before having had no sleep, he can't help but look fiercely proud despite the pain and the exhaustion.

"We should skip town." It involves driving which he's not entirely sure is a good idea, but once again he's left without a choice. They can't be seen in St. Louis now. And he is going to thank Cas properly. Just... when he doesn't ache like a bitch.


ooc: Here. Have a format change too. :D

SWS
Bemusement: Pursed lips
iamwinchester
*Hauling his laundry onto the bench*

SWS
Tired/Resting
iamwinchester
*Sleeping fitfully on the Impala's backseat*

SWS
You're makin' me feel guilty
iamwinchester
Guilty ain't the word right now

9 Crimes: Irresponsibly responsible
What the hell?
iamwinchester
Give my gun away when it's loaded. That alright? Yeah.Collapse )

SWS
Frown/Worry
iamwinchester
*stubbornly flipping his phone open, frowning*

SWS
Turn away // Private thoughts
iamwinchester
*slouching over a workbench at Bobby's*



OOC: Locked to Second Circle!verse but open to all Sams, Bobbys and Crowleys.
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SWS
So very fucking bemused
iamwinchester
Why's it so freaking cold here?

SWS
Uh okay/Eeesh
iamwinchester
Need to get laid so bad.