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vatheon2013-01-07 12:47 am
doublebarrelled) wrote in vatheon2013-01-07 12:47 am
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Who: Dean Winchester & Denzel Crocker
When: After their first conversation
Where: Bar
Style: Brackets
Status: Closed
[ Dean couldn't seem to put his finger on the reason, why. Maybe he just missed easy banter. It'd been so long since he and Sam had communicated in a way that wasn't strained or awkward. Maybe the guy reminded him of the science teacher who hadn't immediately labeled him as a 'complete screw up' or maybe, Dean just wanted company. An excuse to not sit in his room, staring at the wall, drink in hand.
Of course, here, he'd still be drinking. However, at least he wouldn't have the excuse of drinking himself into an oblivion. And as each day passed, numbing his feelings and trying to find some kind of relief at the bottom of a bottle seemed more and more tempting.
So who cared if this Crocker guy was off his rocker? Who cared if he believed in fairies. Weirder shit, existed out there. The point was, this guy would provide a welcome distraction.
Sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, Dean taps out a quick message. However, to be honest? The guy had seemed so out of it, it would be a surprise if he showed up at all. ]
When: After their first conversation
Where: Bar
Style: Brackets
Status: Closed
[ Dean couldn't seem to put his finger on the reason, why. Maybe he just missed easy banter. It'd been so long since he and Sam had communicated in a way that wasn't strained or awkward. Maybe the guy reminded him of the science teacher who hadn't immediately labeled him as a 'complete screw up' or maybe, Dean just wanted company. An excuse to not sit in his room, staring at the wall, drink in hand.
Of course, here, he'd still be drinking. However, at least he wouldn't have the excuse of drinking himself into an oblivion. And as each day passed, numbing his feelings and trying to find some kind of relief at the bottom of a bottle seemed more and more tempting.
So who cared if this Crocker guy was off his rocker? Who cared if he believed in fairies. Weirder shit, existed out there. The point was, this guy would provide a welcome distraction.
Sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, Dean taps out a quick message. However, to be honest? The guy had seemed so out of it, it would be a surprise if he showed up at all. ]