[Nice save, Philip. You're lucky Dean didn't notice you hesitating too much right there. Maybe you guys can chat over beer and pie later.]
Just been kinda...wandering around, actually. Clear my head.
[Good thing for that, too. He'd felt himself growing close to snapping at Cas, of all people, and didn't want to fuck anything up when it's his own fault he's been so grumpy lately. Dean knows it's a mixture of things: homesickness (or carsickness, rather), irritation over his lack of certain body parts, and the general unsettling idea that something bad is going to happen, and he won't be able to stop it.
You know. The usual.
He smiles the unconvincing smile again. Lying is harder when you wear your heart on your sleeve.]
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Just been kinda...wandering around, actually. Clear my head.
[Good thing for that, too. He'd felt himself growing close to snapping at Cas, of all people, and didn't want to fuck anything up when it's his own fault he's been so grumpy lately. Dean knows it's a mixture of things: homesickness (or carsickness, rather), irritation over his lack of certain body parts, and the general unsettling idea that something bad is going to happen, and he won't be able to stop it.
You know. The usual.
He smiles the unconvincing smile again. Lying is harder when you wear your heart on your sleeve.]
Post-event blues, y'know?