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capeandcowllogs2009-05-01 02:49 am
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she said she was an angel...[incomplete]
WHO: Dean Winchester (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crossroaddeal), Anna Milton (scarletdivinity)
WHERE: Dean's apartment, on the skecthier side of the city.
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: To be updated if required.
SUMMARY: After one of Dean's longer jobs, he finally returns home. A new/old friend makes a surprise visit.
FORMAT: Paragraph
Dean flopped down into the dusty, plaid chair he'd found in the alley behind his apartment. His place was pretty bare, a few chairs, a table, couple of pots and pans on the kitchen counter. But what did people expect, he was barely ever home and he didn't exactly have any sort of experience when it came to making a place feel like home.
Still a bit bruised and beaten from his trip to Little Italy, however, Dean always recovers quick. His finger moved speedily as he pressed the buttons on his communicator typing out messages, letting people know he wasn't dead. Even they hoped he was.
A small smirk spread across his lips, he still hadn't gotten use to the fucking weird time-warp that made it so people from different periods of time get zapped to this place but it turned out that wasn't always a bad thing. Especially when it meant new oppurtunities with old flames.
crossroaddeal), Anna Milton (scarletdivinity)WHERE: Dean's apartment, on the skecthier side of the city.
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: To be updated if required.
SUMMARY: After one of Dean's longer jobs, he finally returns home. A new/old friend makes a surprise visit.
FORMAT: Paragraph
Dean flopped down into the dusty, plaid chair he'd found in the alley behind his apartment. His place was pretty bare, a few chairs, a table, couple of pots and pans on the kitchen counter. But what did people expect, he was barely ever home and he didn't exactly have any sort of experience when it came to making a place feel like home.
Still a bit bruised and beaten from his trip to Little Italy, however, Dean always recovers quick. His finger moved speedily as he pressed the buttons on his communicator typing out messages, letting people know he wasn't dead. Even they hoped he was.
A small smirk spread across his lips, he still hadn't gotten use to the fucking weird time-warp that made it so people from different periods of time get zapped to this place but it turned out that wasn't always a bad thing. Especially when it meant new oppurtunities with old flames.