Apologizing? Yeah, that's what this is. [RP for giveandforgive]

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The fucking door was locked. Of course the fucking door was locked. Dean blew air out his nose and paced in front of the door a moment. He had a chokehold on some white flowers he'd jerked out of the yard next door and he was half certain they were weeds instead of flowers. He kind of wanted to Rhett Butler the whole thing (Yes, he's seen Gone with the Wind. Deal with it) but he was pretty sure if he remembered right it had pissed Scarlett off and chances were good it was going to piss Brooke off too. Instead he went to the Impala and got his lock picks out of the trunk. He carried them back in the house, took a few seconds to pick the lock and opened the door. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him and looked up to Brooke. He figured his chances were about fifty fifty she'd throw his ass out right now.

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Dean followed her just a little bit behind, watching as she slid into the passenger side of the Impala. He scooted into the driver's side and started the car, backing out and onto the road. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he drove, flipping on the heater once it'd had a chance to warm up. He wasn't sure he deserved to be happy right now, especially with everything he'd done and everything that was going on but at the moment, he wasn't going to worry about that. He wasn't in Hell anymore and he figured even the angels couldn't really begrudge him time took to appreciate that. Okay...so Uriel probably could.