69th Hunt [Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is sitting at the bar of one of the dive bars in the Underground. It's greasy, dirty and just beat up enough to make him feel at home. He's got a glass of whiskey in front of him that he's actually sipping at this time. He looks rough though, unshaven and like he hasn't slept in a week. He's been trying, honestly, but with Sam gone his nightmares have gotten worse. It's like the weeks after Sam jumped into the pit but he doesn't have Lisa and Ben here to get his shit together for. He does have friends like Cameron, who's been bringing him donuts and coffee every day and Ken, who's meeting him for drinks because clearly he needs to get drunk again]


[ooc: Anyone is welcome to show up and poke at Dean. He needs the interaction to pull him out of his slump.]

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[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean glances over at 'Jeb' and nods. He takes a sip of his whiskey before speaking.]

Hey, Jeb. What you celebrating? [Yeah that's sarcastic because he doubts anyone in this place is here to celebrate.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

A man needs a reason for a drink?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean shrugs.]

Makes drinking more fun.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

All right.

What're you celebrating?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

What wouldn't I be celebrating. This place is friggin' great. [Yeah he doesn't sound sarcastic at all.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

I'm really starting to like this town.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Don't know why anyone would ever wanna leave.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

You could almost say that we're all lucky to be here.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

We oughta thank the friggin' deities. [He's having fun playing this game with 'Jeb'. At least as much fun as Dean has these days.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

The way I figure...we can't thank 'em enough.