The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

After spending yesterday engaged in some truly pitiful staring at the slip of paper with Sam's phone number, followed by some even more pitiful staring at his phone, followed by some Lifetime level lurking on a college campus, Dean was back at start. Not a single freakin' clue what to do next came to mind. You know, things were so much easier when you could solve life's problems with a machete.

Bloodier, but so much easier.

Dean pocketed his phone one last time, sitting back against the park bench. He tilted his head up slightly, eyes fixed on a random cloud. "You know, if this is supposed to be a reward, it blows."

Thus sayeth the Righteous Man.

[[Open park!]]

Comments

[filleauloup]

They even had matching voices!

"Sensible, monsieur," Éponine said, and look, she'd be smug about it if she damn well wanted to. "I just may have a place."

Which would be the back room of the post office since she still didn't have a place to live, but see above re: questionable work ethic.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Well. He'd never had sex at the Post Office. So, this was a new experience all around!

"What are we waiting for?"

[filleauloup]

Not for her to be off her shift, apparently. Really, Éponine, that wasn't just a one-time thing? Really?

"Haven't the slightest clue," she said, getting to her feet and slinging the mail bag back over her shoulder. "I hope you can keep up."

With her leading the way, that was, not -- well, that too.