Dean Winchester (pre-series) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
followstheorders) wrote2012-07-22 02:43 am
followstheorders) wrote2012-07-22 02:43 am
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In the light of day.
Dean woke slowly the next morning, his mind sluggish and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. He laid on his side with another person's arms around him and a warm body pressed up against his back. It wasn't his room at the motel, either. The bed was too comfortable and the sheets smelled clean, not musty.
Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...
Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.
Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.
Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...
Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.
Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.
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He nodded at the answer. Dean could understand enjoying the sport of the hunt. God knows he did. He smirked a little and shrugged. "Not much else to tell. I'm an easy read kind of guy, I guess."
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"Nothing wrong with that." Though he was looking forward to talking with Dean more, getting to know him besides what he'd been told... "Now let me handle the dishes and we can go out for a bit... or whatever you want to do. If you want to go through that music I told you about while I do that, it's all down the hall, to the right."
Along with a couple guitars and a few photos of his old band he still had left laying around, but he was trusting Dean not to mess with the rest of the stuff without asking.