[ It's not like Abaddon ate anything while she was possessing him. Dean brushes past him a moment, just so he can duck into his room and change into a pair of loose, well-worn jeans and a tshirt that's been washed so many times it's wearing thin in places. It's one of the most comfortable sets of clothing he owns, which is good because his whole body aches and moving too much makes him regret pretty much everything when the bandages pull against the wound.
He shrugs on an overshirt and slips back out, leading the way to the kitchen to grab some of the soup Sam set on the stove, along with a beer. ]
We need to make sure we check this place over.
[ Sam glances up, unsurprised, but listening. ]
Abaddon dug around in my head. Safe to say she probably knows anything she wants at this point.
[ And he doesn't quite look at Cas when he says it, because that was a fucking mess, even if it ended up better than he anticipated. ]
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[ It's not like Abaddon ate anything while she was possessing him. Dean brushes past him a moment, just so he can duck into his room and change into a pair of loose, well-worn jeans and a tshirt that's been washed so many times it's wearing thin in places. It's one of the most comfortable sets of clothing he owns, which is good because his whole body aches and moving too much makes him regret pretty much everything when the bandages pull against the wound.
He shrugs on an overshirt and slips back out, leading the way to the kitchen to grab some of the soup Sam set on the stove, along with a beer. ]
We need to make sure we check this place over.
[ Sam glances up, unsurprised, but listening. ]
Abaddon dug around in my head. Safe to say she probably knows anything she wants at this point.
[ And he doesn't quite look at Cas when he says it, because that was a fucking mess, even if it ended up better than he anticipated. ]