[ The questionable kitchen is where Dean's taken himself off to, leaving Cas behind to... do whatever it is he's gonna do. For the first time since September rolled into October, he's actually grateful for the darkness. It shrouds more than just danger. Expressions. Lines of tension. The way he's been frowning the whole walk back to the point where he's got a headache now. Bracing himself against a counter, he drops his head and lets out a slow, mostly steady breath. What the hell?
Half a minute passes and he finally straightens up because that's all he'll allow himself, and when he's eventually putting in an appearance again, he's got a bag of military grade medical supplies under his arm. ]
You know this isn't home.
[ Home. The camp. Lucifer. They should probably talk about that. But first he's glancing down at the liger and raising his eyebrows. ]
He's uh... they're called dream guides. Sounded like bullshit to me when I first heard of 'em but-- [ Here he gestures at the big cat that looks stupidly oversized in front of that fireplace. One that he's got full intention of lighting before he even tries to figure out where to start with Cas. ]
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Half a minute passes and he finally straightens up because that's all he'll allow himself, and when he's eventually putting in an appearance again, he's got a bag of military grade medical supplies under his arm. ]
You know this isn't home.
[ Home. The camp. Lucifer. They should probably talk about that. But first he's glancing down at the liger and raising his eyebrows. ]
He's uh... they're called dream guides. Sounded like bullshit to me when I first heard of 'em but-- [ Here he gestures at the big cat that looks stupidly oversized in front of that fireplace. One that he's got full intention of lighting before he even tries to figure out where to start with Cas. ]