[ Dropping the bag on one end of the couch, Dean's already walking away again. The candle he's set on top of a low table that's haphazardly not quite parallel to the couch. If Cas chooses to look in the bag, there's fresh bandages, medical tape, antiseptic, a suture kit and an assortment of other things that definitely don't look like they're for the average civilian. But this isn't the average town.
Burning incense isn't something he's suddenly decided he's going to do for fun. The incense is one of the only things that keeps the monsters out, and when it comes to hunting these monsters? Dean definitely doesn't want them to come to him right now. The snap of his zippo lighter is strangely loud through the otherwise eerily quiet house. Eventually the liger, apparently of its own volition, gets up again, stretches, and pads away with no indication that Dean's asked it to do anything. Telepathic links. With a liger. That's how not average this town is. ]
And you can stop callin' me that. I'm not leading a damn thing here.
[ Even he has no idea if that's a suggestion or an order. Whatever it is or it isn't, he's very purposely looking anywhere but at Cas. Now that they're here, and without the distraction of immediate danger, there's things that he knows he needs to address. And explain. Time to pull the band-aid off. He's digging through that bag of medical supplies rather than looking up when he asks. ]
What's the last thing you remember before you got here?
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[ Dropping the bag on one end of the couch, Dean's already walking away again. The candle he's set on top of a low table that's haphazardly not quite parallel to the couch. If Cas chooses to look in the bag, there's fresh bandages, medical tape, antiseptic, a suture kit and an assortment of other things that definitely don't look like they're for the average civilian. But this isn't the average town.
Burning incense isn't something he's suddenly decided he's going to do for fun. The incense is one of the only things that keeps the monsters out, and when it comes to hunting these monsters? Dean definitely doesn't want them to come to him right now. The snap of his zippo lighter is strangely loud through the otherwise eerily quiet house. Eventually the liger, apparently of its own volition, gets up again, stretches, and pads away with no indication that Dean's asked it to do anything. Telepathic links. With a liger. That's how not average this town is. ]
And you can stop callin' me that. I'm not leading a damn thing here.
[ Even he has no idea if that's a suggestion or an order. Whatever it is or it isn't, he's very purposely looking anywhere but at Cas. Now that they're here, and without the distraction of immediate danger, there's things that he knows he needs to address. And explain. Time to pull the band-aid off. He's digging through that bag of medical supplies rather than looking up when he asks. ]
What's the last thing you remember before you got here?