[ dean lingers, lets the alcohol burn his throat in a way that's mostly been a distant memory for a while now. but he needs it, desperately, for the alcohol to wash away the past few weeks. ]
Constants we can lose.
[ to death, to the horrors that seem to cling to their lives no matter where they go. it's a bit of a mod killer, but dean's just... pointing that out. a pause later he pulls over a chair, turns it and sits down, legs on either side as he straddles it, arm coming to rest on the back of it. ]
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Date: 2013-10-26 05:49 am (UTC)Constants we can lose.
[ to death, to the horrors that seem to cling to their lives no matter where they go. it's a bit of a mod killer, but dean's just... pointing that out. a pause later he pulls over a chair, turns it and sits down, legs on either side as he straddles it, arm coming to rest on the back of it. ]
Don't get too comfortable, is all I mean.