Thank you! And I totally forgot I wrote that one as a pick-me-up on a personal post rather than on a picspam. Here it is:
The old radio on top of the toaster oven is playing Steve Earle, crackling with static but recognizable, and the guy behind the counter's swaying to it as he flips pancakes, hips going side to side to side in frayed blue jeans. Dean sips his coffee as he watches him, and every once in a while he looks up and catches Dean's eye.
It's a pretty damn good way to spend a morning, if you ask him.
Sam calls halfway through his third cup of coffee but he has no news, asks Dean if he wants to join him at the library but isn't surprised when Dean declines. Declines is a nice way to put it. What Dean actually says is, "I'd rather let hellhounds chew my balls off. See you at lunch."
Then he licks his lips and looks up and this time he's the one being watched. Dean just smiles and shuts his phone with one hand and takes another sip of his coffee.
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The old radio on top of the toaster oven is playing Steve Earle, crackling with static but recognizable, and the guy behind the counter's swaying to it as he flips pancakes, hips going side to side to side in frayed blue jeans. Dean sips his coffee as he watches him, and every once in a while he looks up and catches Dean's eye.
It's a pretty damn good way to spend a morning, if you ask him.
Sam calls halfway through his third cup of coffee but he has no news, asks Dean if he wants to join him at the library but isn't surprised when Dean declines. Declines is a nice way to put it. What Dean actually says is, "I'd rather let hellhounds chew my balls off. See you at lunch."
Then he licks his lips and looks up and this time he's the one being watched. Dean just smiles and shuts his phone with one hand and takes another sip of his coffee.