[ It's been a day. Dean's birthday, to be specific, which hits Sam like a hammer to the head and rings there for hours and hours. He tries to avoid it, goes inside, outside, walks the dogs, reads over old notes, has a drink, stares at his ceiling in a confusing daze. Not much distracts from the fact that his brother's gone and hasn't come back yet and that today is a good (bad) day to reminiscence about all the crap they'd been through together in Wonderland. About what Dean might be going through back home, remembering nothing of the bizarre mansion and its people.
It's one of those people that he sends a message to later in the day, brows furrowed and a feeling of being lost weighing on his mind. ]
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It's one of those people that he sends a message to later in the day, brows furrowed and a feeling of being lost weighing on his mind. ]
Hey. You free to talk?