No one knows you better than yourself ||closed|| beerandtheimpala
Dean rested back on the scratchy motel comforter and tossed the empty beer can into the air and caught it—repeating the action several times as he thought. All he really had to go on was coded messages from their father. What he needed to do was go get Sam.
Sam—college boy. Dean scoffed and set the beer can down on the bed side table before he closed the journal and threw it down into his bag. He ran his hand over his face and stood to go wash his face in the bathroom.
Dean sighed, heading to the old motel room. He was tired and wanted to sleep, that was what he was looking forward to. He opened the door with a yawn, blinking several times. He wasn't to sure what he saw, was it him?
He stood there in the doorway, staring at himself. Well this was going to be a long night, he though to himself. Thinking that he though to himself made him wonder if the other could hear his thoughts. That would be insane, well more insane than seeing himself.
