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Oct. 24th, 2009 04:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weary_headAfer this, which followed this.
Angua'd only been gone a moment before Dean got sick of staring at the bedroom wall. He stood up slowly, feeling like he'd gone a few dozen rounds, when in truth all he'd done was welcome his baby brother back to the island. He wasn't sure how great a welcome that'd been, either, but it was hard to think fast when his head was suddenly full to bursting with thoughts of the apocalypse.
"Dammit," he muttered. Rubbing at his tired eyes, Dean wondered how long it'd take Angua to find Cas, wondered if he even wanted to know what the angel would have to say. Right now, as unbearable as the uncertainty was, Dean thought he'd take it over full knowledge of what had happened to his brother back home. He wandered out into the living area, stopping short when he saw Roger still sitting there, expectant look on his face.
There was something in it that made Dean's heart twitch painfully in his chest, made him want to sit down and spill his guts. Even now it shocked Dean - it'd been almost a year, and he was still getting used to what having a best friend was like.
"Hey," he said quietly.
Angua'd only been gone a moment before Dean got sick of staring at the bedroom wall. He stood up slowly, feeling like he'd gone a few dozen rounds, when in truth all he'd done was welcome his baby brother back to the island. He wasn't sure how great a welcome that'd been, either, but it was hard to think fast when his head was suddenly full to bursting with thoughts of the apocalypse.
"Dammit," he muttered. Rubbing at his tired eyes, Dean wondered how long it'd take Angua to find Cas, wondered if he even wanted to know what the angel would have to say. Right now, as unbearable as the uncertainty was, Dean thought he'd take it over full knowledge of what had happened to his brother back home. He wandered out into the living area, stopping short when he saw Roger still sitting there, expectant look on his face.
There was something in it that made Dean's heart twitch painfully in his chest, made him want to sit down and spill his guts. Even now it shocked Dean - it'd been almost a year, and he was still getting used to what having a best friend was like.
"Hey," he said quietly.
